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Who am I? I am an individual, who knows where I have been, and knows where I would like to head in life.
This is about my life. Where I grew up, how I was raised and the experiences I have had , so far. Just a few examples of what has made me what I am today.
My conservative , traditional upbringing by crazy yet, level headed parents. A brother who has always had my back and keeps me laughing. Two dogs, who are like siblings to me. The jobs I have had while in school, and the career path I hope to follow. And , of course, the greatest friend in the world , Dalton. Who says you can’t have it all?
I was born four weeks early, at St. Ann’s hospital , on April, twenty second at four fifty four pm. The cord was around my neck two times. The nurses had to rub me, like you would a puppy, to get me to breathe. I wasn’t able to breathe on my own for awhile. My parents were worried about the lack of oxygen for so long. I was as tough as nails though. I guess I didn’t want to stay in the hospital. I am the youngest of two sons, for my parents. So I’m like the baby cub in the pack. It is easy to distinguish between my brother and I since we both look different. He is much larger than me.We do have similarities to resemble one another.But from what I hear, I was a fussy baby. I had difficulties with formula, which made my belly hurt. My parents were up a lot at night with me, because of that.
I always enjoyed watching cartoons with my big brother. At that time, we watched Power Rangers too. My brother always made me smile. He always made sure I was taken care of. Even though we were three and a half years apart, we would nap together. There are a lot of pictures of us together, where he’s all smiles and I looked lik...

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...er in the class by hand. We made the butter by taking turns shaking a jar. It was the best butter I have ever had. The teacher once brought in goat milk for me to try for the first time, it was disgusting.
We made little lady bugs with our fingerprints as the black dots. She said parents love fingerprints. I think she said this because it is your own fingerprint that represents you. I didn’t have any close friends during this time. I still hung out with more girls than I did guys. I would spend a lot of time(spelling) alone at recess. I would play on the monkey bars and act like a hero to help bullied kids.I never saw a student get bullied to help him, but I would sit on top of the bars and search for a bully to stop. This class made me understand life better. I learned how to take care of pets. I felt good to know I can take care of a living creature.

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