The beginning of my story was on August 21, 2001, the day I was born. I was walking by the time I was one. On April 2, 2003 my little brother Skyler was born. In the summer of 2005 my dad taught me how to ride a bike. When I was 5 I lost my first tooth. In September 2007 I started going to school. On Christmas in 2007 I got an electric train, and I really wanted to play with it. But I couldn’t get it open, the tape was too strong. I was really determined to get it open. My brother had gotten a pocket knife for Christmas. So I “borrowed” the knife to cut the tape. While I was opening the knife I pushed the blade with my finger. So I ended up having a pretty deep cut on my left thumb. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was bleeding pretty bad.