Summing up your life in six words is hard. I’ve tried to divide it between 4 sections, but it still isn’t enough. I wish I could do one for every day, but I’ll never remember how far back that goes. For as much as I can do, I’ll have between one and two for each year of my life. Enjoy!
Age 1:
Why is everything so very large?
Age 2:
I learned how to play chess.
My first word was really boring.
Age 3:
Why is this school thing important?
Age 4:
Called some old lady really fat.
Apparently she already knew that… Whoops.
Age 5:
Brotherhood is the feeling of love.
Age 6:
School is more than just learning.
Age 7:
Food isn’t the meaning of life
Age 8:
Love for books, love to learn.
Age 9:
What the heck is a Haiku!?
Oh… It’s not a bad word.
Age 10:
Every day, the world grows brighter.
Age 11:
Everyone is scared of my size.
Age 12:
I thought I was really old.
Age 13:
President of Student Council. I failed.
I lost him so long ago.
Age 14:
High school can be really ugly.
Nobody took me seriously until now.
Age 15:
Six word memoirs are really tough.
Yes Grace, you always look drunk.
Trying to recall my life is really hard, especially at younger ages. I can’t grasp every thought that ran through my overactive imagination. I’m still sitting in the land of (Copyright Kaden…) rainbows and unicorns, but I like to think I have a pretty strong foot in reality.
At least… I think so.
~Areeb