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This Is My Life

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Published: Aug 9, 2014

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This is my life

I was born on August 20th 1997. My great grandparents passed away a few months before I was born. I never got the chance to meet them. I was born a month early because of a car crash my mom got in. When I came out, I wasn't expected to live. I had a hole in my heart. The doctor's gave me a few days at most. But by the grace of God, that hole closed within two days. I was 7.6 pounds when I was born. I was really a fat baby, we're talking triple chins. As the year passed I began to fill out, but still had my baby fat. When I was 2 years old I went to my grandparents house in upstate New York. They have a basement which I thought was so cool. This is where I spent most of my time. I would run around down there, and occasionally ran into the big iron poles that supported the house. I also fell down the stairs while my dad just watched from the bottom. I didn't cry. I didn't really cry until I was 3 years old.

In 1999 we got a black lab puppy named Panda. The first day we had her, she crawled under the covers with me. From that day on, I new she was my dog. We also had two other dogs which my parents had before I was born. One was a black lab named Kitty and the other was a Dachshund Chihuahua mix named Tuesday. As the yeas went on, me and panda grew closer. But I really loved Kitty.

When I was 3 years old I saw my first ever tornado. It was on the way back from a church trip and I was so fascinated by it. I saw my second tornado that year also. It was in preschool and it was storming outside. Thunder, lightning, and hail. My mom came and got me. I remember the wind was strong and we used a pillow to cover our heads from the hail. We ran to the car and got in. We started to drive away when I looked up. I saw a funnel cloud over some trees. The funnel was on the ground and my mom gunned it as it came towards us. We got away, but I thought it was really cool.

When I was 4 my mom put me in Kindergarten. I was bored because I already knew what they were talking about. And because I did, I wasn't going to do the work. One day the teacher called my mom in for a meeting. The teacher said I was doing bellow average. My said, "Do you know what he told me? He said he couldn't decide if he wanted to be a Meteorologist or a Volcanologist. How many kids even know what those are at his age?" Then I told the teacher why I didn't do the work. Also in Kindergarten, I got in TONS of trouble. But it wasn't my fault! I was constantly being kissed by girls! I'm not talking a peck on the cheek. I'm talking full on French kiss! I didn't want to do it! They would just come up and do it! I was a small kid, how was I supposed to stop a girl that's three times my size! So eventually they pulled security cameras and saw what was going on and said I wasn't in trouble. Later in my kindergarten year, I did something (I can't remember what) and my dad got really mad. He paddled me so hard that it busted blood vessels on my butt and left his hand print for several weeks. My mom said that if he ever did that again, that she would divorce him.

One day I came home from school, and asked where my dog Kitty was since I didn't see her. My mom told me they had to put her down.... I cried for almost an hour while we buried her. My dad got mad and told me to stop being a whimp and shut up.

In first grade I went to a private Christian school. I really liked it. I passed the exam with the scores higher than a 5th grader. But my mom held me back, so I went to school for first grade again back in public school.

But before public school came the adventure of a lifetime. While I was in 5th grade (2007) I went on an RV trip across the country. I saw so many places and met so many people!

Second grade. I went in the first day, and met my teacher. She was very sexist and had me sitting, facing the wall on the first day of school for asking to many questions. I never got recess that year. She always found some reason to make me sit out.

After second grade I was homeschooled up until 6th grade. When I went back to public school I hated it. Kids picked on me for being skinny and liking weather. I was always picked last in gym and everyone laughed when I made friends with a mentally disabled kid named Sam. One day I came home school. My mom sat me down called Panda over to me. She told me Panda had a 15lb tumor in her gut. A few weeks later I was left at my sister's house with my dog. On Monday night I slept on the floor holding her all night, because in the morning she was going in for surgery. When the morning light came in, I tried to tell myself it was just a dream. That she never had
tumor. But I was still on the floor holding her.... I went with my brother-in-law to take Panda to the vets. When we were inside.... it was the last time I saw her. I kissed her on the nose with tears in my eyes and told her to be a good girl.... I told her I'd see her when I got home from school.... I gave her a hug and as I handed the leash to the vet... Panda tried to pull away.... she had never fought the vet before.... as she was struggling against the vet, she looked at me.... She had this look in her eye.... she knew she wasn't coming back....... after my long day at school I went back to my sister's house. No one was going to be home until 8pm. I saw there was a message on the answering machine. I played it. It said that the tumor was wrapped around Pandas large intestine and there was no way to remove it. They had to put her down..... My whole world crumbled... I curled up and the floor and started crying. I had no one now..... My best friend.... gone.... Panda was only 13 years old.... I cried until my sis came home and found me. After that day, I spiralled into depression at the age of 13.

7th grade. Possibly the worst year of my life. I was put into a class where everyone hated me. I got beat up all the time and called every name in the book. I was an outcast. No one liked me, and one day when I came home, my cat had died. Three weeks later my other dog. Another week my goldfish. Two weeks later my grandpa had a stroke. And then his cat died. I was also punched and beaten up many times. One day I got home. My parent's weren't home yet. I went got the revolver from my dad's closet and put several rounds in it. I sat on my bed. I told God to go fuck himself because he wasn't there, and he didn't care about me. I put the gun to my head. Then I pulled the trigger. The hammer on the gun came back, then struck the primer on the bullet. It didn't go off. I was completely in shock. What were the odds of that? That's when I figured that God was there. And he did care. My parent's still don't know about what I tried to do.

In 8th grade things started to look up. Then I met this kid who I thought was my friend. Later that year he pulled a shank on me and took all my money. After that I trusted no one. I hated people with a passion. I sat in the corner of the room, and didn't talk to anyone. I was bombarded with spit balls and rubber bands. This is also the year my Unlce died. He died of lung cancer. I had to watch him suffocate in my living room on a hospital bed. At 1:30am, after hours of him suffocating on and off, he died.

That summer I never left the house. I hated everyone. My life was this screwed up ball of depression that never seemed to have a light at the end of the tunnel, because every time I got to the light, it was just a lantern on the wall. But that Christmas I got something that changed my life. A dog named Clifford. He was brought home by my parents on Christmas Eve. He was only about a year or two old, but he climbed into bed with me. He brought me out of my depression. I still have him. He's my buddy.

In high school there isn't much to tell. I got my first girlfriend in 10th grade. Her name was Lily. I thought I "Loved" her. But it was just my foolish heart and emotions of having my first girlfriend. A few month's later I got another girlfriend, but it didn't last long. We both just lost that spark. Now I have the best girl ever. Someone who likes me for who I am and supports me in everything I do. I know she's the one. It's this feeling that I have never had before. This is where my story ends.

If you have questions feel free to ask questions. This is not my "Whole life" just some of the major stuff.