Autobiography
On November 18, 1995 in Santa Monica California, I was born into my loving mother’s arms. My parents soon separated, and I grew up with my mother, stepfather, and little brother. From a very young age I was already beginning to take an interest in the written word. I can remember attempting over and over again to write my “bs” and “ds” the correct way until my small hand grew tired. My love of reading, which began at the age of four, continued all through my childhood and into my teens. I could scarcely be seen without a book in hand. As a child of divorce, my role in the family quickly changed from child to adult. Growing older, life was not all adventures and scavenger hunts anymore. Up until middle school, I excelled