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From stories I've heard, I was a happy baby always smiling always happy. As a child, I was hitting my head on everything, the floor, the wall, my bedpost, the dinner table and pretty much anything else that was within my head rage.
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In my childhood, I enjoyed the simple things. Such as playing sports, going to Royals game, attending school with my friends, building giant star war lego sets and watching movies with my family.
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In 6th and early seventh grade, my life was filled with the ignorant bliss that filled most children. Halloween was still relevant, and girls still had cooties. Sports were still a big part of my life, basketball and baseball were my favorite.
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In Eighth grade, I had an eye-opening experience, one of my good friends had been diagnosed with bone cancer. This was one of the first major difficulty that I experienced. Also, this was the first year I had to study and work somewhat hard at school. Before that, I was at the top of the class in math, however, I got my first B that year, which didn't go over well with my parents. I also played basketball for my middle and did high jump for the track.
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I moved to Southwest because my friend group at Pleasant ridge wasn't spectacular and my school had an entire underground study drug gang. I simply didn't enjoy that certain class of children,
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I made a lot of new friends and new experiences during freshman year. I went to my first dance and first highschool football game. I enjoyed my new friend group a lot more than my old friends at Blue Valley West. I played basketball for the school and did debate. I also destroyed my Mcl at a trampoline park.
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At the beginning of my sophomore year, I was enjoying life, all of my friends genuinely liked each other, my grades were doing really well. I went to homecoming again and had an even better time. I had my first kiss which is neat and went to worlds of fun for the first time.
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This time period was probably the worse of my life. It started with me getting cut from the basketball team. Next, it was my grandpa dying, sending my mom into a depressive spiral. After this, my grades started to slowly slip from As and Bs to Bs and Ds. And on March 22nd I lost one of my good friends to cancer. After this life simply had no meaning, sports, family, friends, school, weights none of it mattered to me anymore. I felt like a human shell. Empty, vapid, lifeless.
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Well for starters I don't really look on the positive side too often, one because I have bad anxiety and two because past events that have molded me. However, I am not a bleak person; I would say I am a well versed, realistic human being. Due to me being a super happy child, so some of that carried over into my older self. Participating in sports throughout my childhood has made me energetic and competitive.
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If Gavin didn't die when he did or at all, I would be a lot more positive, I don't think my future is super concrete, I'm an unpredictable person. But I really want to work with genes when I grow up and that has been a constant for the past couple of years so we will see where that takes me.
