Whats your life story?

tell me every single detail your remember



i remember.........

being in kindergarten and getting in trouble( idk what i did) but i got a red card (that's bad)

and i never told my mom

the next day she took me to school and this boy told her what i did .....tattle teller...(i even remember his name ZACHARY..........i dont even know him anymore) when the class went inside

she hit me......i cried she left..........







next



i remember being really young and i went in my moms closet plugged in the iron

called my baby brother and told him to touch it .......bad girl......



i remember being in 1st or 2nd grade

my dad was about to go back to collage to get his doctorate (hes almost done 2011)

i was so excited i thought hed be a doctor or a teacher

but i realize now it just means he will be constantly on his computer typing







i remember when i was 8



my mom would work banquet so shed be working all day long

when i came back from school it would just be my dad

my bro and me

so we came back from school at 3 o clock

my home work is simple so is my brother

max time one hour

but my dad would make us sit there

study and write and work till 7

and i remember working

alittle but then when the hour hand struck

four

i would pretend to study

but goof off instead :)





i also remember



being in second grade siting in class

and every time the teacher called me to her desk

i thought shed tell me i was skipping a grade

but that never happened



i get As every year

in math 106 percent



but my dad says that's average

and i need to be above average



when i hit middle school

im 13

so i still havent finished my story

i stoped

caring about what he thinks

and everytime i see a daughter and her father holding hand

or talking or dancing

it makes me sadWhats your life story?
wow, not one divorce in your lifetime or anybody going to prison thats great.
That is sad. Dont you wish to have a better childhood.

Well, this is my life story.



Once upon a time, a kid was born. Then he grew up, went to school and right now he is writing this excellent, makes-you-want-to-read-it-

again-and-again

and incredibly long story about his life.

The End.Whats your life story?
well isn't that a happy story ..
hmm whats there to say? My parents went on drugs, the state "awarded" me and my 2 siblings to our grandparents. My dad/mom divorced - dad got caught with meth, went to jail -mom had 2 other kids which the state "awarded" to their alcoholic dad. Mom got busted who knows how many times with either drugs or a suspended license or a warrant for her arrest. She know has liver disease and will probably die before I graduate high-school. I'm a freshman.- my step dad abused me for 2 years and then I was "adopted" by my grandparents. Then we moved. All that happened before I was 8 years old. So yeah. in my story I've learned life is unfair, rude, and it hurts, but I also learned that no matter how much it sucks, how it stings and makes you cry, how much bullets are shot at you ~ you continue on because your weak and stupid and a baby if you dare give up. I'm 14 and I'm happy to say I love this life. Because it made me learn a lesson most adults don't learn. It made me stronger. So I'm happy to say I was born. Maybe sometimes I want things different but I'm ok... I'm still alive. I'm still living and fighting.Whats your life story?
It's not possible to bash out a life story on yahoo answers. You haven't done it, that's not your life, that's not even a decent picture of that one tiny aspect.

And you must care what your father thinks, or looking at other happy father and daughter relationships wouldn't have an effect on you. Your father loves you or he wouldn't care how you do in school. My mum has to spend all her time on her computer as well. They're doing it for us.

As for my life story. Difficult to pick one aspect to tell you about.



How about how I remember being about 3 years old. I was living in Brixton, a terrible run down area of London. And they brought some kind of big cat, I think it was a young lioness into my nursery. This exotic unreal creature in a crappy built up, dirty area. That's not what I remember though. I was told off that day. I think I was talking to my friend. I was mortified to get in trouble. Now being told off always makes me think of an alien African landscape.

What I can't remember is the last time I was really told off. I'm 19.

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