In order to practice my writing skills without delving too deep into a whole nother story that would probably end up taking up about 8 years of my life, I’ve decided to narrate some of my fondest memories. I’ll also be narrating the moments of my life that make me cringe when I think of them. Only some of those though. There’s just way too many.
They won’t really have any real order…just whatever I feel like writing about. This is to practice my descriptions, my “trying to be funny” and also as a way for me to keep records of things I’ll forget in 12 years. There is no plot, character development, etc…since it’s just the truth as I lived it, duh. I’ll make it as honest as possible, but consider that in my old age (Hey, I’m fifteen, and when you’re fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them!), my memory of age 5 is not 100% accurate, so gimme a break. And please realize while you read this that I am not really a very interesting person. I have never charged into a burning building and gallantly saved the lives of two small children named William and Andrew, nor have I engaged in a duel to the death with a grizzly bear and won. (One day, dear reader. One day.) This is just practice. It’s not a work of art. It’s practice. Get it? Practice? We clear? Cool. Then my tales of doing absolutely nothing with my fail of a life will begin shortly. Like, when I’m not in class when I should be paying attention. Kthnxbai.
