I was born in late September. I was supposed to be born a month later, but then I would've killed my mom. I was an 8 lb. premie. That's big. I get my large stature from my mom's side. My dad is 5'6" but my mom is 5'10". My grandpa is 6'3" (previously 6'4"). My parents say I'll be around that size when I'm done growing. Anyways, I started my young years as a quiet, well behaved young boy. According to my mom. I'm quite a talker now. Don't know what happened there. Before I started 7th grade, I wasn't too emotionally sturdy. This affected me badly. I'll get to that later. I lived in a neighborhood with lots of kids. Since I didn't understand it'd be useful later on, I sorta refused to learn Spanish since I thought I didn't need it considering I live in a society where English is the main language. I wish I wasn't such a stubborn privileged shit. Oh well, my dad can teach me. It's only a matter if will he. Anyways, long story short, verbal communication with my dad's side was a little difficult. I can speak like, two phrases now. It's a start. I was an only child for majority of my early years, I was eight when my sister was born. I'll get to her later on as well.
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Tales From a Teenage Boy
Non-FictionMy life story. This will be basically something like a modern Gary Paulsen book, with stories of me and my friends, like the retarded things us boys do.
