I was born on September 5, 2001 at 11:59 at night. They time of birth is very extraordinary and very unique. I was supposed to be born on September 11, 2001. The day of the terrorist attacks. But luckily i wasn’t. But since i was born earlier i was….different. I didn’t look like all the other babies. Even though all the babies look like potatoes. I was smaller. But i was smarter than the average baby.
When i was a few months old i spoke my first world. I still looked like a small potato but my mind was working as if i was already seven months older. I could do many things that other babies at that age would not be able to do. My first word was “dada”. Of course. That’s mostly every child’s first word. Except for my cousin, her first word was “shit”. Pretty interesting Aunt and Uncle i have, huh. When i was ten months old i had mastered the skill of walking. Interesting for a baby. But not for me.When i was sixteen months old i learned how to swim. My parents spent most of their time in water than they did on land so it was about time for me to learn, or they would keep having to hold me whenever they go into the water. Which I’m sure was horrible.When i was three years old i had surfed my first wave. On my own. With parents who love to surf every single day, it was about high time i learn.
I had a great life in front of me. Everyone knew it.But then i got to Elementary School. Everyone was so big compared to me. I knew i was smart enough to do the things i needed to do, but i just didn’t believe i could. I always thought that i couldn’t do the things that everyone else could because i was smaller. Whenever the teacher would ask a question, that i knew, i wouldn’t put my hand up because i didn’t think i had the right to answer the question.
Was i shy? Heck no. I was the most social girl in school. I talked to everyone. I knew how to bring people who were quite out of their shell and make them like me. It was a gift i had. I still have it.My passion was to play soccer. Ever since i touched a soccer ball i knew that i was meant to play. I don’t know why, but i just had a feeling. Everyone said that i was the best on out there. But then i realized that i was too small, and everyone would push me over. I knew i would get trampled. I’m pretty sure i did, but i didn’t let that stop me. Soccer is the one thing that i did without thinking i was too small.
When i was in my classes i used to think i wasn’t smart enough for them. It was a stupid thing i thought but my parents knew i was but i just didn’t believe i was. It was a really big problem that i had.But now i realize that everything i was thinking was stupid. I know why i thought that but i don’t know why i would let myself think that.The one thing that made me stop thinking these things was a quotes by Dr. Suess. The quotes is hanging up on my wall next to my bed, to remind me everyday, not to give up.
When i was a few months old i spoke my first world. I still looked like a small potato but my mind was working as if i was already seven months older. I could do many things that other babies at that age would not be able to do. My first word was “dada”. Of course. That’s mostly every child’s first word. Except for my cousin, her first word was “shit”. Pretty interesting Aunt and Uncle i have, huh. When i was ten months old i had mastered the skill of walking. Interesting for a baby. But not for me.When i was sixteen months old i learned how to swim. My parents spent most of their time in water than they did on land so it was about time for me to learn, or they would keep having to hold me whenever they go into the water. Which I’m sure was horrible.When i was three years old i had surfed my first wave. On my own. With parents who love to surf every single day, it was about high time i learn.
I had a great life in front of me. Everyone knew it.But then i got to Elementary School. Everyone was so big compared to me. I knew i was smart enough to do the things i needed to do, but i just didn’t believe i could. I always thought that i couldn’t do the things that everyone else could because i was smaller. Whenever the teacher would ask a question, that i knew, i wouldn’t put my hand up because i didn’t think i had the right to answer the question.
Was i shy? Heck no. I was the most social girl in school. I talked to everyone. I knew how to bring people who were quite out of their shell and make them like me. It was a gift i had. I still have it.My passion was to play soccer. Ever since i touched a soccer ball i knew that i was meant to play. I don’t know why, but i just had a feeling. Everyone said that i was the best on out there. But then i realized that i was too small, and everyone would push me over. I knew i would get trampled. I’m pretty sure i did, but i didn’t let that stop me. Soccer is the one thing that i did without thinking i was too small.
When i was in my classes i used to think i wasn’t smart enough for them. It was a stupid thing i thought but my parents knew i was but i just didn’t believe i was. It was a really big problem that i had.But now i realize that everything i was thinking was stupid. I know why i thought that but i don’t know why i would let myself think that.The one thing that made me stop thinking these things was a quotes by Dr. Suess. The quotes is hanging up on my wall next to my bed, to remind me everyday, not to give up.
“A person’s a person no matter how small.”