My life...

Ever seen those commercials where they say "If you wrote a book about your life, would anyone want to read it?" and Im bored so im gunna sum up my life story for ya. here it goes.. I was born on june 22, and my father hung around until i was three. He said he couldnt handle the responsibility of a kid. He came by every week once or twice, then about once every 2 weeks, then once a month, and then the visits stopped. I have no memory of him. Here comes who i call "dad". He and my mom got married. I didnt like him from the start. He would kick my train sets around and crush my toys. i was only four. we moved and i became what you may call 'wreckless'. I used to ride my bigwheel fown the apartment steps and almost into a busy Pacific Coast Highway. we moved to a house with a hill. My dad built a greenhouse. Me and my bigwheel rode down the hill as fast as we could and smashed through the fiberglass knocking over delacate orchids. I got spanked until i couldnt sit down. My sister came along then, and she was trouble for me. she could get away with anything since i had made the "bad kid" impression on my parents. She used to scratch, bit, hit kick, and one time smacked me in the head with a mag lite. I had friends here and there but we moved again, and again. nothing happens here-fast forward-its now 1996. i live in a big house by the canyon, i am 8 going on nine. Me and my friend William were crazy, we used to play in the canyon for hours despite the dangers. eight days before my birthday i was riding my bike with my friend steven. I had been wearing my helmet all day and i took it off at home and forgot about it (it felt like i still had it on). well wouldnt you know that today, june 14th i was riding across the street and i got nailed by a car. just like that. i landed head first on the street and cracked my skull(only a tiny bit) i got up, and i remember my back hurt. It was all scartched up. my head felt fine, and it was pretty much, the crack was small like i said and nothing was hanging out and there was no damage to my scalp. well the first thing i said to the lady was "im sorry about your car, ill go home and lie down." i was not in tears yet. My mom comes up with my helmet in her car(sweet, sweet irony) and this is when i cry, the first thing i said to her is "mom, dont tell dad, he'll hit me". sad huh? well i got away that time. i was still the bad kid, and i was a bad kid. i was shoplifting, burning stuff, vandalizing, and then i was caught. When you see that everyone has lost faith in you, it hurts. It makes you feel the most dreaded, horrible, malicious feeling inside. I shaped up then. I brought up my grades got some new friends. boom it happens. My parents divorce. I move in with my grandparents. It was all i ever wanted to come true as a kid, but now that i had it i was disgusted and wanted to turn it away. I made some mre friends after that, and they were great. Ive lived here for five years now and sure, ive had my problems here and there, but im back on it. I thanks my friends though. all of them, but especially the ones i had when i was 12. i havent had better friends since...lord, has anyone? ...well maybe i have one special friend but its a she..:P...(MetalliMan or M.Man whatever works)

it is my life, made me who i am

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