The True Story

The Beginning

Lets start at the beginning. Try to make sense out of the story I just told you. It is true. I had, and still have no idea who those people really were. Was the atmosphere as bad as I made it sound? Once again, yes that was also true. Like I said before, lets start at the beginning. My parents are Theodore and Edith. Fitting names indeed. My mother and father, when they first met, were big into history, so just like you, they found it very interesting that they had met each other. Now you might ask if their last names were Roosevelt too. Well, unfortunately they were not. Now as for my name, theodore Roosevelt Jr. Now you begin to really understand the amount of history they were into. My life was splendid. I had three cooked meals, at home, everyday. Going out to eat became an evil as my parents did not like restaurants for there was too much of a wait for food that was not worth it. I had a very comfortable bed with very comfortable blankets. I was loved, probably still am, even if I'm not there. I'm getting ahead of myself. Don't worry, I'll go back to that soon. Wait, what day is today? Oh dear. I will be back soon. Forgive me.