My childhood has been quite eventful. There have been quite a few highs and way too many lows. In the next few paragraphs, I will let you into my personal life by telling you some of my childhood stories that I can remember. Some of the stories are funny, some are sad, some are exiting, and some are boring. The important thing is that all of these stories mean something to me.
One of my earliest memories was when I was 4 years old. My sister, Amanda, had just being born. She was seven to eight weeks premature. After she was born she was placed right into pediatric intensive care and I coul…
