All One Needs to Know About Me In 100 Words or Less

I was born and raised in a town called Richville. I know my neighbors up, down, around, and across town from me, as well as their dog's names. I grew up playing made-up adventure games and "baking" mud pies with old cupcake pans in the creek opposite my house every spring, jumping off of Rush Lake Bridge and staying at my grandparent's farm every summer, wishing it were still summer in the fall, and snowmobiling up and down the field just beyond my backyard every winter.

When I was 8, I almost broke my arm trying to land a make-shift jump Jimmy Honer and I placed at the bottom of his hill. I missed three days of school the spring of the fourth grade because my face was too swollen from poison ivy to see. In the fifth grade, Jerome pushed Dusty down the isle of the school bus, whom gravity cruelly pulled onto my lap; consequently, reducing the graham cracker house I'd slaved all day over into a pile of crumbs and gum drops. Memories like these and the people in my life have molded me into who I am now. There isn't much I can take credit for...besides the poison ivy incident. That was all me.

As far as school goes, I'm studying to be a high school English teacher, and so far, I'm really enjoying it. I've constantly been told by my parents to do what makes me happy, and I think this is it. From here, it's wherever the wind blows, I suppose.

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