For this chapter I will finally introduce names, but they wont be real.
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I remember that we would go to my neighbors house, Linda, and she would take care of us. I would play with her son, Jaime, and our neighbor Lewis. We would always mess around, Jaime was an amazing artist... he was my inspiration to draw or at least my first.
I was always so envious of him, what he had, and what he could do. I now realize that he was jealous of me too, the things I had, and what I could do.
My favorite television show was the Powerpuff Girls, and Jaime would draw cartoons amazingly, and I would go home and try to copy, my first drawing was a messed up version of Blossom, the only thing wrong with her was her bangs, I would add too many.
One time I had walked away from home I wanted to go to the near by park while my mom was asleep, I walked around, got lost, was chased by chickens, and finally I found the park but I didn't get to play much before my mom found me, and took me home.
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Don't I have an interesting life.
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The Life of a Dreamer
Non-FictionThis is my life story, My life Song. Written on the pages are my Past, my Beliefs, my Secrets, and my Dreams. I was raised Christian, I have always had an incredible imagination, I believe God's plan for my is something beyond human nature... God ha...
