Write a book about my life

I want to write a book about my life. Why, you may ask. Well, I coulnd’t tell you. I think it has been pretty intersting this far and I think that I have been thorugh alot, changed alot and learned alot. I want to share my story and my experiences with everyone else. I have made an outline for it but that’s as far as I have gotten so far.

i wrote a short story! its about one aspect of my life… stupid, but funny. I think I will continue to write short stories as i age and maybe publish a collection… that would be interesting.

MY LIFE AS A KID WAS ALLWAYS GOOD AS I CAN REMEMBER.. I WAS LIKE ALL KIDS.. I WENT TO SCHOOL AND ALLWAYS GOT IN TROUBLE.. I REMEMBER ONE DAY IN SCHOOL WHEN IT WAS BREAKFAST TIME. I GOT MY FOOD AND SATE AT THE TABLE.. TWO KIDS CAME OVER TO MY TABLE AND THEY JUST TOKE MY MILK OFF MY TRAY.. I WALKED OVER TO THERE TABLE AND I JUST LOOK AT THEM AND I PICKED UP THERE TABLE AND THEN JUST THROUGH THE TABLE..FROM THAT POINT IN MY LIFE WAS HELL.. MY MOTHER CAME IN TO THE SCHOOL AND GOT ALL MY RECORDS FROM THE SCHOOL AND WE WENT TO ANOTHER SCHOOL NOT TO FAR AWAY FROM THE HOUSE.. I GROW IN MIAMI FLORIDA.. ALL KIDS THEN WHERE CRAZY, I GUESS THATS JUST WHAT I THOUGHT.. SO I MOVED ON TO ANOTHER SCHOOL.. NEW FRIENDS AND TEACHERS , A NEW LIFE..I STARTED TO PLAY FOOTBALL FOR A TIME CALLED THE SUN DEVILS.. A FOOTBALL TIME FOR THE TOWN I LIVED IN CALLED NORTH MIAMI BEACH.. I LOVED IT…AS TIME WENT BUY I WAS LIKE A LOST ANIMAL….I REMEMBER GRADITION FROM THAT ELEM. SCHOOL..THAT SUMMER MY FRIEND AT THAT TIME WAS SARRY, HE ASK ME IF I WANT TO SMOKE SOME WEED HE GOT FROM HIS OLDER BROTHER.. IT WAS THREE OF US THAT DAY AT THE SCHOOL YARD PLAYING FOOTBALL..WHEN SARRY PULLED OUT HIS POCKET A BAG OF GREEN STUFF…I REMEMBER THAT DAY LIKE NO OTHER DAY.. THAT WAS JUST THE BEING OF A WHOLE NEEW LIFE FOR ME… MY WHOLE FAMILY TEACHERS AND MADE SOMETHING OUT OF THERE LIFES.. NOW I WAS OFF THE CHAIN AND SMOKING WEED ALL THE TIME… I NEVER KNOW ABOUT BEING A ADDICE..

but…..I hate the physical act of writing, and don’t have the first clue as to how to get published. If you know, or have suggestions, let me know.

Definitely on my list…

Writing a book about my life would be cathartic and leave a legacy for my family.

write a book about my life.

but it’s oh so relevant.

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know!

How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one’s name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson

I think everyone’s story is worth hearing…or reading. I want to do it just to be able to literally close the book on my past. I think it would be so therapeutic and emotionally rewarding for me. And I think the world would get a laugh out of reading about my life.

Everyone grows up with a past. Everyones past is different in many ways. I think a lot of people would like my book. I think they could learn a lot from it and realize some things as well.