the point of life

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I'm gonna start my story here..I'm 10 years old and I'm not gonna lie,my life is pretty God Damn awesome. I am apart of a family of 12. I know right. Crazy. But I loved it.. I have no words to describe how much fun my 3 older sisters and older brother would have in the summer time at school holidays.. if it was raining we would build a fort in our living room..I'm not talking like a few sheets.hell no. It was real shit. Ropes, tarps, ladders.. we always went all out. Our next thing we loved to do was all go and jump out on the trampoline while it poured down. Sometimes my parents would bring out some dish soap and we would all just slide around and have the time of our lives while our parents watched us, usually with a cup of coffee or tea in hand.
We were always outside..my family was crazy sporty with my sister and my brother both going to nationals for triathlon.. I guess you could say we were always going places for their training. But we somehow always managed to make it fun.
I don't think there was a single day where us kids who lived at home didn't do something together. If we were all too tired to actually do anything, we would all just get our mattresses and put them out into our living room, put on some Austin and ally and fall asleep. Those were the best days. It's safe to say I loved my childhood. I just wished it stayed like that.