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17 Years and Counting

17 years ago, I was born. April 4, 1993. It was a rainy day, so i'm told, and I was 6 pounds something ounces. I was born to a mother, a father, and a older brother. I grew up fast, but I physically stopped growing height-wise in the 8th grade. Ever since i've been 5'2, shoe size of 7, ring size of 7, and a weight of my own knowing. In 17 years I've been blessed with a younger brother. In 17 years I have had numerous colds, have been numerously cold, and have sweated in the heat of Florida during the summer. In 17 years I have learned many lessons. I love lost friends, I have gained friends. In 17 years I have learned what it really means to be a friend, and what it means to have a friend. In 17 years I have loved many people whom I have met, and I have been hurt by those that mean the most to me. In 17 years I have attended school, started college, and spend many hours studying things that I cannot remember today. In 17 more years I'll be 34. In 17 more years I'll have grown, I'll have been sick many more times, I'll have learned many more lessons, I'll have lost many friends and gained many friends, I'll learn more about being a friend and being hurt, I'll have loved many more, and I'll have attended many more years of school. In 17 years, my life will not be anything like it is today, but I have a faith and a hope that in 17 more years, I'll be just as happy as I am at 17 years today (:


  1. happy birthday! you're making me feel old that I'm closer to your second set of 17 years than your first. (I'll be 31 tomorrow).


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