Monday, February 4, 2019
Writing and Being Chapter II Exploration: The River of Your Life :: Journal Writing
Writing and Being Chapter II Exploration The River of Your Life Dear Journal, Ive interpreted some looks back to early point of my life. I was curious to secure what got me to this point in my life and what had me turn out to be the somebody that I am today. I went back as farther as my birth to see or try to notice certain liaisons or events that shaped my personality. Like I said, I went back as far as my birth to figure it out. My birth was most definitely the weirdest thing Ive forever experienced, and the worst thing that I probably will ever experience, besides my death, which, so Ive heard, is being born backward. Being born was so weird because it happened through a C-section. I was born on January 20, 1982 in a hospital in Chicago Heights, Illinois. I cant remember whether it was darkness or day. My parents were there, my grandparents were there. It felt weird because I had no idea some(prenominal) about what was going on at the time or where I was. I didnt even know what people were at the time, either. I fancy the people watching over me were weird objects. Im sure I was tears like crazy because of all the commotion. Then, I went to sleep later after all that and woke up. I was wondering what happened. I might have been in a different room for all I knew then or all I know now. Everything that went on during the first year or so was weird because I didnt know what I was doing or how I was doing it. Id never experienced it before and didnt know what anything was. From that point on until get on with ten, about 1992, life was very easy. I didnt have to work for what I wanted, Id still just have it given to me, in every postal service but school. But I was a good student who did the work, I just didnt like to do it. For a few years after my birth, my grandmother helped raise me while my mother was trying to attain some degree, Masters, Bachelors, Im not sure which. She used to roll me to the park every afternoon in a carriage and always fed
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