Thursday, September 9, 2010
Autobiography for English4
I was born in Rochester, NY- March 30th 1993. My family has resided there for over 50yrs now.
My mom is funny and outgoing. My sisters like to play and go places. My dad is a work-aholic. My grandma is very spritual and intelluctual. I have no brothers.
As far back as I can remember, we had a big house close to charlotte beach- when it was clean. Loved the house and the nieghbors. We got along well.
When I was a young one, many people were important to me. The most important was a female, was tall to me then, a hard worker and provider. She was a survivor. My mother.
Since I was 12, I have been a lyricist. Heart of a thousand lions and words like William Shakespear. Sometimes the outdoors open up my mind. Or certain music frees my brain from malfunctioning. Most of the time silence is the start of the engine. WHOOSH!! Ideas come in to my head, words are written in the notebook or taplet or on a brain cell, which remembers and recalls a similie or a hyperbole or a metaphor. The list goes on. It can be about love, or nature, beauty etc...
My favorite celebration is "The Last Evening Meal" or the Memorial of Christ Death. It helps me to appreciate that an angel from heaven came to earth as a man to sacrafice his life for all humans, even though they would percecute him. Just think about it, he wasnext to GOD in heaven, which is more beautiful and peaceful than we can imagine! To come down to earth- that's like a President leaving the whitehouse and live as a poor person in poverty.
My mom is funny and outgoing. My sisters like to play and go places. My dad is a work-aholic. My grandma is very spritual and intelluctual. I have no brothers.
As far back as I can remember, we had a big house close to charlotte beach- when it was clean. Loved the house and the nieghbors. We got along well.
When I was a young one, many people were important to me. The most important was a female, was tall to me then, a hard worker and provider. She was a survivor. My mother.
Since I was 12, I have been a lyricist. Heart of a thousand lions and words like William Shakespear. Sometimes the outdoors open up my mind. Or certain music frees my brain from malfunctioning. Most of the time silence is the start of the engine. WHOOSH!! Ideas come in to my head, words are written in the notebook or taplet or on a brain cell, which remembers and recalls a similie or a hyperbole or a metaphor. The list goes on. It can be about love, or nature, beauty etc...
My favorite celebration is "The Last Evening Meal" or the Memorial of Christ Death. It helps me to appreciate that an angel from heaven came to earth as a man to sacrafice his life for all humans, even though they would percecute him. Just think about it, he wasnext to GOD in heaven, which is more beautiful and peaceful than we can imagine! To come down to earth- that's like a President leaving the whitehouse and live as a poor person in poverty.
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