Memories

     So, right now our family is having a moving day throughout our house.  I'm moving into my sisters room, my brother is taking my old room, another brother is going into a camping trailer, and my two youngest brothers and taking the room those two other brothers left.  If that makes any sense I shall applaud you.  So as I was cleaning up my old room I found a big binder with some of my old school work in it.  And in that school work I found an old story my mother had me write when I was little.  Actually the first time I wrote the story it was in a purpler notebook with pictures.  This one was a few years later, It was a copy of my old story and then the story written correctly. 
     I'm guessing I was around 7, maybe, when I wrote this story so here it is. 


                             The boy Thats lust enn The was
a little boy Got lust enn The was he su a lat he wit Twts The lat bt The lat was net tar he su a man The man sib walo boy The boy sid walo hva wi mit no boy wi hva net mit boy.


Yes I was quite amazing at a young age.  I consider near to a masterpiece.  So years later I find this story and I think, I might want to know what I was actually trying to say.  First think about what this might mean to you... ha.   Here you go, the new and improved story. 

                                           The Boy Thats Lost in the Woods

A little boy got lost in the woods.  He saw a light he went towards the light.  But the light was not there.  He saw a man.  the man said "Hello boy." 

The boy said "Hello man, have we met."

"No boy we have not met boy."

Yep, so that was a little part of my childhood. 

Just Me Again

     Have you ever had the feeling when you starting to write a paper and it's going pretty well and you think 'This time it's going to be better'.  You have a passable thesis, you've got what your going to do mostly thought out.  Then you start writing, and your thinking 'well this isn't what I pictured, but oh well'.  Then you finish the paper and it hurts just to look at it.  Well I just had that happen today, so I'm going to try to think of better things.

     I really like reading, which I mentioned in an earlier post.  And today I just finished again Beauty: a Retelling of the Story of Beauty & the Beast.  As you can see I like this book.  I must admit that isn't just because I like the book, I like most versions of Beauty and the Beast.  Belle is my favorite Disney princess.  So I was really excited that I go to be involved in the play Beauty and the Beast this last summer.
     I've never been in a play before, but I wasn't too nervous.  I was helping make up the dances with the director and some of my friends even before the auditions, so I knew I would be some random person at least.  I wasn't real nervous going to auditions.  I sang "There Was a Melody" from Rigoletto, and felt pretty good about it.  I didn't even think of who I was going to be, and after awhile I couldn't think of someone I could be who I didn't want to be, if that makes any sense.  So one day I looked on facebook and saw the cast page, I looked through everything and didn't see my name.  I was kinda confused, I had been looking through all the townspeople and dishes, but couldn't find my name.  Then I looked at the top and got super excited.  I was going to be the Old woman/Enchantress.  I had forgotten that character entirely. 
     I was going to get to wear an awesome cloak, an awesome dress, and it turns out since I could dance I got to be a spoon, and a villager as well.  I was, again, super excited.  We practiced for three months almost four days a week, but I didn't mind.  I was having fun, learning the dances, singing the songs.  And casting spells on whole castles.  Our director was pretty cool too, instead of just using the Enchantress at the beginning like they did in most plays I got to sing the beginning of Beauty and the Beast, and I came back in the end to change the Beast back into a prince.  It was so fun.  The funny thing is other than the songs I didn't say a word, some people may feel sad they didn't have lines, or maybe even like they weren't good enough, I didn't care, still don't.  I don't remember anyone regretting doing Beauty and the Beast, we all had fun.  And I made new friends.

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My Birthdays This Year

     This year I had three birthdays.  My first was two to three weeks before my actual birthday, this part was with some of my friends.  We had a tea party, some of you are probably thinking, 'a tea party? really?'.  I understand, but this tea party was a wonderland/Masquerade tea party, so we dressed up.  We had tons of fun, we ate a bunch of stuff that's not good for you.  We did some English Country Dancing.  And I got to open some presents, that was pretty fun too, at least for me.  I was really glad it went well.
     My next party was with my family, my sisters roommate, and another family.  We all had a great time, I opened some more presents, ate more dessert.  We talked, some of us played games, and pretty much just hung out.  That was the night before my birthday day.
     Most of you a probably pretty bored with this already, don't worry it hasn't gotten to the exciting part yet.  I don't believe in superstitions but for this blog just pretend I do.  My 13th birthday was on Friday the 13th, pretty funny right, especially because it was a pretty fun birthday, and so far my 16th one had been too.  However that all had to change on my birthday day.
     I was sitting at my computer doing some school, I used to get school off on my birthday since I'm homeschooled, but with homework now I can't do that.  So sitting at my desk, doing school, my sister is behind me at her table, my mother is cleaning the bathroom (don't know why since I leave it spotless), and my dad is cleaning the lawn mower.  I was bored to death at this point, I heard the lawn mower turn on, then it turned off.  I didn't pay much attention.  Then my dad called my mother saying he needed help.  I didn't really know why my dad was asking my moms help with the lawn mower, four of my brothers were at home.  But then he called her again.  Realizing his voice sounded different I went to the door to see what was wrong.  My dad has sitting on the step at the back door holding his hand, then my mother and oldest brother still at home came in, my dad sent Ben (the eldest brother still living at home) out to find his finger.  My mother was as calm as she could be, she pushed me out of the way trying to find the phone, she still can't remember that.  Finally she found it, called 911, and asked for the closes hospital.  We don't go to the hospital very often, I have never been in one myself.  Meanwhile my brother was putting the tip of my dads left ring finger on ice in a plastic bag, my sister was a little confused over what was happening until she saw the finger.  I was just trying to stay out of the way.  My mom gave me the phone while she and my dad and Ben got into the van.  I was trying to ask the lady which hospital we should go to but she just kept asking whether we wanted an ambulance, after I told her no three times she finally hung up.  My mom said not to worry about it and left.  So I stayed home, called my music teacher and told her we wouldn't be having class, my younger sister wrote on facebook about it, so we got some calls from others.  Someone sent us pizza for dinner.  It was probably an 45 minutes after they left when Ben texted me saying Dad was fine and they where on their way to Modesto.  I kinda relaxed after that.  Cleaned up a little outside, there wasn't much blood or anything.  It was pretty crazy.  This was about a month ago.  It's still wierd to see my dads hand... but otherwise we're all good.

                                                                                                    A.M.D