My first memory? Hmmmmm...yes I remember! The first thing I can remember was me being on a plane, whining for attention. They were getting ready for departure so I wasn't allowed in my dads lap, which just made me scream more. Then the rest is just a complete black out. I don't remember landing, what we were doing or anything else. I'm not even sure how old I was, but I have a feeling I really didn't enjoy that trip.
Sorry this was really short and boring but I guess I should start from the bottom and work my way up I promise it'll get more interesting.
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It's Just Life
Non-FictionThis isn't a story it's my life. I'm not gonna use people's names for their privacy rady rady ra and what I'm gonna say is completely honesty if u don't like it don't read this then.
