My+Story

=== Angela's Stor      y   === In life we all write our own stories. When I was small I thought everything was going be like that forever, but I was wrong, things have changed, life gets harder, you loose more people, and you have more fights, but it gets better. You may say life dealt you a bad hand, but there are good and bad in everyone’s life.

I came into this world June 6th 1995, and its now 2008, so obviously I am 13 years old. I was born here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I lived in the same neighborhood, in the same house for my whole life. Here’s the normal stuff you hear about like when I was 9 months old I said my first word, or when I was in second grade I lost my first tooth, but that’s not what I’m going to tell you about. I am going to tell you things that no one else can tell you. Well I had an average childhood. There was no school, I would get up eat breakfast, play all day then sleep at night and do it over each day. Summer was like an ordinary day, my life was a vacation until when I was four, school started. Until then though I would go camping, drink my milk from my elephant cup, play outside, and get dirty. It was a pretty awesome four years. My fourth year here and school started. My first day of school was scary, but it happens that one day every year. It gets less scary every time. Those were some good times.

August 16, 2001 came and I experienced the first death in my life. My great grandma, who lived down stairs from me, had passed away. She had woken up in the morning ate breakfast went back to lie down, and when my mom went to wake her up she was gone. I didn’t know what to say or do. I did a lot of things with her. When I was sick and couldn’t go to school I would go stay down stairs with her, and watch Mr. Rodgers, and she would make me soup. When it was the day of her funeral I realized she would be gone forever and I would never get to see her again. I didn’t even get to say goodbye, but I guess that’s how death works.

Weeks later September 11 came. While we were still dealing with the death of my great grandmother it was the day that the twin towers were destroyed. I don’t really remember that day too well, but I know that it was horrible, and many people lost their lives that day. 2001 just wasn’t too good of a year for us. My greatest memory. My greatest memory was when I went to Florida with my whole family. It was my first experience going to another state besides like Illinois. It was the best vacation.

When 2006 came it was my first year of middle school. In that year I had experienced two more deaths in my family. The first one was my mom’s cousin. She died of an over large heart, but I’m not going to say too much about that because I didn’t really know her too well.

October 26th, my cousin Aaron of 19 had passed away. Months before he came to our house and said goodbye to us. Though I thought were only saying bye temporarily it turned out that was my last goodbye to him. He was planning to be in the army. But he had a sprained ankle so they didn’t take him, he had come down several times after that but hey always said there was something wrong with him. My grandma called us October 26th at night, and told us that he had died. The night i found out i couldn't sleep, i just kept thinking about what his parents were going through. They way he died is a way that no one should die, and hats all I am going to say a bout that.

In the month of July this summer, my grandma called and t old us that my grandpa had prostate cancer. It was a very emotional day. We didn’t know what was going to happen, but luckily he is coming through it ok, and we are all glad to see that. He will be done with his treatments in about a month and it will be all over, and things will be normal for him again. He might just be a little tired.

Those are the most memorable things that have happened in my life, and I'm not going to make it longer cause I don’t want you guys to get board. Well thank you for listening and I hope you learned something about me!