Here’s A History Lesson For Ya

Not much of a history lesson but more of history experiences about my childhood, that I’ve learned lessons from, unifying into one, making a…history lesson? ANYWAYS, my childhood.

As a child I was very rebellious. Many adults told me to be the best version of myself, which I did accomplish. I always deviated from the crowd but managed to be somewhat popular. Popularity never interested me, though.

I was surrounded by boys and toys my entire life. My life pretty much revolved around sports, but I didn’t actually try out for one until the 7th grade…which I got cut from. That didn’t stop me, though. I always had the best mentality of never giving up, which of course I didn’t. I made the 8th grade basketball and haven’t stopped playing since. From then on, I lived, breathe, slept basketball. I’m a senior now, starting on the varsity team. Now that I look back, only 4 out of the 40 girls from the 7th grade team is currently playing, including me. Which I think is a really astounding accomplishment.

In elementary school my parents thought I’d grow up to be a lawyer or comedian because of how much I got in trouble for talking too much. At parent/teacher conferences they would literally tell my parents “she talks too much, she needs to learn not to talk so much”. Yep, I was the class clown. The irony, right? Considering how completely different I am now, if you’ve read the first article I wrote. I would also get referrals for damaging school property, I was a pretty bad kid I’m not gonna lie and honestly I’ve gotten a lot worse. You can blame my parents for that though, telling me to be myself.