“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” (BrainyQuote). Most people see me as an angry, depressed alcoholic who didn’t enjoy life, but that was only the ending; I truly was happy in my younger years. Through writing, I was happy. Writing gave me a sense of happiness that was hard to find elsewhere in my life. As I said, I was not very happy outside of my writing, and I wrote about this. Through the traumatic events and tragedies that happened in my life, I created novels of modernism, romance and war drama that transformed me into the greatest writer of American literature of my time. My full name is Ernest Hemingway, but my mother wished it was something like Sarah or Ann. Until I was four years old, my mother dressed me as a girl and let my hair grow longer than any girl I knew of at that age. I’m getting ahead of myself; first off I was born in Oak Park, Illinois on July 21st, 1899. I grew up close to my family and home, hunting and fishing with my 5 siblings. I adored my siblings as they adored me. My father was a big part of my life, but I always thought he was a coward. His suicide in my early early years left me with an emotional scar and influenced me to be the type of writer I was. (Cooke) Many events that occurred …show more content…
I moved to Toronto, Ontario and took another job as a reporter with the Toronto Star Newspaper. During this time, I met my first wife; she was nothing special (Literary Cavalcade). We together set sail for Paris, France and I, still working with the newspaper, fell into a circle of writers that I completely adored. In all this excitement, I brought my pregnant wife to a bullfight; I hope it will toughen up my new unborn son. My first son, John “Jack” Hemingway was born on October 10th, 1923. I’ve always wondered what I was thinking when I brought my first unborn son to that bullfight in Pamplona.