The first memory I had is when I was 2. I was crawling around the house And my parents were at work. Anyway I was crawling around and my sister left her bowl of cereal on the table. I thought I was a thug. So I crawled my way up onto the chair and tried to get the bowl. I fell and so did the bowl....but it fell on my head and I cried and threw a tantrum like a spoiled brat.
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Non-Fictionthis is about how I grew up and how I look at stuff. this is all real situations... none of this is fake... all of it is short thoe
