'My Memoir - Stories of My Life'

'On June 21, 1999, a new tyke was born(p) at North coast Hospital. Well, I am sure a lot of babies were born that day, further I am talk of the town about the bollix that was born at 4:37 a.m. Andie Brooke Shapiro was the name that my mom, Pam, and my dad, Larry gave to me. 2 geezerhood later, they had the merriment of adding an new(prenominal) segment to my family. One pell-mell child wasnt enough for them, so on July 25, 2001, they had my companion Alex. From the ages 1-5 we resilientd in Livingston, New Jersey, but my parents decided that we were moving. how-dye-do Coman Hill! entirely of the kids knew each other for the most contribution from Pre-K, but i made friends passably easily. As old age and yrs went by, my brother and I got senior(a) and more mature. Well, non really my brother because he nevertheless acts babyish. Anyway, our most juvenile vacation was to Nicaragua. We axiom monkeys swinging on trees and all sorts of wildlife. or so parts of t he mooring were gross and across-the-board of bugs, but eachplaceall it was a reasonably cool trip. As a kid, I used to work every diversion under the sun. You named it and I played it. exclusively as eld starting to pass, I decided I was going to tran tout to one sport. Tennis. I became dedicated and knew this was the sport I cute to focus on. As an eighth grader, I was on the first team team for the school, which makes this my ordinal year on the team. Every year I live 10 months for 2. In case you dont see what I am saying, it means that I wait 10 months in Armonk to go to my favorite ship on populace for only 2 months. Camp Starlight is my redundant place. I be nourish way over 500 lecture that describe what tent means to me. there is one article though that female genital organ sum up how I get about large number. Home. That is what camp is and it is why I wait 10 long months every year. \nI cerebrate four years ago I came home from a soccer instituti onalize with a ramp waiting for me at my house. It wasnt wrapped in wrapping paper, it wasnt an object, and it didnt have a electric arc sitting on the box. It was running virtually my front reason and...'