So my first memory was when I was 8 and you'll learn why, the memory was where it was thanksgiving and it was the one year where it overlapped my moms birthday. Then my dad had taken out his four wheeler and I had gone on it before but after that I had gone inside. Oh I forgot to mention my cousins were here. So my three cousins and my sister and my dad were on the four wheeler and I was running to catch them, and I tried to jump over a planter and landed head first into the cement. Getting a mild concussion. I remember nothing before.
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My Story AKA a diary
Terrorthis is the story of me, I cry a lot, I'm in depression and I'm finally telling someone about it
