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Well, my life started in a small town way out in the Berkshires called Lennox. My father worked at a lake side restaurant called Chanterwood. I lived there with them from ages 1-4. At that point my parents decided they wanted to go back to where they grew up so we moved back to Shelburne Falls, MA. After this point it is very hard to explain my life. From when I was four, until I was eleven, my family moved twelve times. By age four, I had a sister, named Heather. In 1995, my brother Andrew was born. This was the same year that we finally settled down into the house that we live in today. In sixth grade, came my first run-in with the law. Me and my neighbor Max Finck went out to have a camp fire in the woods, and it accidentally caught the woods on fire and burnt down an entire acre. The following year was a big year, I was leaving elementary school and going into the big time, high school. Middle School (7-8 grade) wasn't the greatest experience. It was kinda boring. Then I entered freshmen year. That was when the fun began. I started smoking weed and playing guitar. Oh my god, the fun began. On my 16th birthday, something really shitty happened. I got caught smoking weed, along with all my friends, in my basement. Yeah I know what your thinking, how stupid do you have to be to get caught smoking in your basement. Well, I'll admit it, I was very stupid. I am a lot smarter now than I was then. Anyway, I kinda have lost relations with both my parents since then. It has just seemed to get worse and worse with time. But, I'm moving out when I turn 18, in January of next year. I figure it will give me and my parents the space we need to get along without fighting. Plus, I will finally be out on my own for a change. If you have taken the time and effort to read this, I hope you were satisfied. I'm out of here. PEACE OUT!!!!!! |
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