I know what I'm about to write might sound cheesy or lame, but it's about me, and behind everyone there is a history, cheesy or not.

I was born May 19, 1998, in California Riverside. My parents are Mike Woodward and Christina Woodward. I have an older sister, Kayla, who was almost seven when I was born. Me and her weren't that close. All my family lived in California. It was the only place my parents knew. Dad was from Northern California, Mom Southern California. But when I was 2 years old, my family and I left California, and we moved to Georgia,Atlanta. We lived there for a year, and became close with our neighbors. The ones across from us were from England. The next door neighbor was my best friend Ben who was my age, his brother Jacob who was my sister's age, and their parents. Me and Ben did everything together. One year for Halloween we dressed up as Woody and Jesse from Toy Story. But after 9/11, we had to move to Texas, we're we have currently lived for 10 years. I was four years old.

I guess that's where my life really starts. Despite the fact I was four. There are things I remember and can't ever remember. I remember we moved here in a July in 2002. At the time, there were only 2 houses in the neighborhood. Ours, and Barbara, the cool old woman from Louisiana who lived two lots down. Moving to Texas was different than moving to Georgia. There were no kids my age. The neighborhoods nearby were full of high school people and old people. For the first time I felt alone. It's a terrible feeling. Espically for a four year old. My sister was in 5th grade at the elementary school right down the street from the House. I don't like the House. I remember Dad was never home at nights. In the morning he would come home, still drunk, and would fight with Mom. Kayla pretty much lived with her friends. Eventually Mom started to drink too. She became an alcoholic. It's a pretty scary thing.

When I started kindergarten, I had turned five two months ago. Kayla would be starting the 6th grade at middle school. Dad was never home in the morning because of work, so Mom had to act like both parents for us that first day. Right before she dropped us off, Mom took a picture of me and Kayla, standing next to each other on our front porch. In my class, no one knew what I said, because I was the only one with a southern accent. I grew up in the South, unlike these other kids, most of whom were from Virginia, because of their parents in the military. I was teased, but eventually I found some friends who thought my accent was cool and hung out with me. Sadly, my accent went away and I sounded like the other kids, and got more friends from losing it.

 

This is all I'll wright for now. Bye bye.

I got the understanding that this is about you, but it would probably be better for you to put this as if it's someone else's perspective. I felt like I was intruding in your life and reading your dairy/journal. As you said at the begining of the post 'behind everyone there is a history, cheesy or not.' I'm not trying to tell you that this is a bad thing to do, becuase it's not. It's what you want to put up here, for the sake of the friends names that you had listed you could always replace the names with fictional names. Even though that what you write isn't fictional, the names of people of whom you bring up in your story could be. Continue writing, becuase to me this isn't cheesy it's just you letting everything go and want someone to know what you have been through when you were growning up. I can't say that I've been through the exact same thing you went through, but I have been through something similar. I rather not post my history up here, but we all have different aspects on what we want to do. After all 'its my life'... right? So do what you like to do with it just be sure that it doesn't end up somewhere you don't want it to. If you like to know my history ask me in pm I'll get back to you on it. But as for what you are doing, keep it up. You are a wonderful writer. Moreover, you don't need to take my advice about what I had said. All I ask it to keep it in mind and think about it. If you like what I had said then go a head and use it.