*this is the first paragraph of a descriptive essay for my English class and I wanted to know what people thought about it. so hope you enjoy...oh and please leave comments*
Strange, yes, strange is the word I would use to describe my childhood. It was who I was and what I am. Maybe it was from the events of my life, maybe it was because of how my brain works, or maybe, it’s just the way I look at it though the mirror of my past. Whatever the reason behind the choosing of this word to describe my childhood really doesn’t matter, but if you need proof I’ll give it to you; from the competitive games played with the neighborhood children; to the games of pretend, my friends and I, thought up at school; to the dreams that are the out comes of my life that are played like movies, through my subconscious mind. I will give you the examples of all these to prove my case.
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