I am not like most Coopersville students. I never lived in Coopersville at a young age or started school there, either. I have always lived in Nunica, which is a town right next to Coopersville. Nunica is more of a rural area, so I grew up with adventures. I went to St. Michael's Catholic School from Pre-K and “graduated” from there in 6th grade for my elementary education. Throughout that time, I had many great and bad experiences that made me the person who I am today. Everybody who knew me when I was a little child always told me that I was always messy. My mom would tell me that she would try not letting me go outside after she gave me a bath because I would just go outside and get messy all over again. She even said that I would eat dirt, I would walk inside with a dirt ring around my mouth. I might have ate enough dirt in that short amount of lifetime to be the more than the average amount people would eat in their lifetime. I was a “Tom Boy” and I loved adventures. …show more content…
One time, I had fallen off the scooter and scraped my knees. My aunt gave me some frozen candy bars to put on my knees and “I could eat them once my knees felt better.” That was the quickest time my pain ever went away. People always made festivity better. As most children in America believed in Santa Claus, they also have the memory of the first time they realized Santa Claus isn’t real. When I realized that Santa Claus wasn’t real I was seven or eight years old. The first time i realized that Santa Claus wasn’t real was when my siblings and I got a foosball table for Christmas. I thought that Santa brought it for us, until I heard my father say that it took a long time to set up because he had to wait to one o’clock in the morning to make sure that all of us kids were asleep. I was one of the first kids that realized that Santa wasn’t truly