My Walk
Introduction- Hello, my name is Amanda
Hello, my name is Amanda Mignault. I just turned 15, and I will be starting my sophmore year of high school in September. I am a Christian. Although I have doubted him many times, my God has always been loved me, cared for me, helped me, and taken me back when I made mistakes. So, this story will be telling you about my life, before I met God, and after. Kind of like an auto biography.
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Chapter 1 - Childhood from day one till school age.
I was born on July 26, 1988, in NewWindsor New York, to my great parents Lori and Gary. I did alot of funny things when I was little. Like, my mom use to call me Tweety bird, because I would flap my arms and hold my mouth open at meal times just as a baby bird would for its mother.
I dont remember much of what went on that first year on my life, in the events of my parents divorce. But, I do know it happened. I guess, in a way, it was good it happened then, because I wasn't old enough to even try and figure out what was going on, or to be affected greatly by it. If I had been older, it may have hurt alot more. but, the weekend trips to my Dad's house became a routine, and I've been going for as long as I can remember.
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Chapter 2- School starts, as well as the knowledge of God
Finally, I was 5. My first day of school. A new babysitter, new clothes, a backpack filled with pencils, crayons, markers, scissors, glue; all the things used in kindergarten. It was great! I loved school... for the time being at least.
But, this symbolized another start for me. On the weekends I was with Dad, I was in the kindergarten Sunday school class. At this point in my life, it was just one big story book to me. I really enjoyed the stories we learned from the Bible. But, now, when I look back, I'n not sure if I really believed them, or thought that they were just, well, stories.
So continued the Sunday school classes. I hate to say this, but back then, I think my favorite part of those Sunday mornings was the abundance of food in the Coffe Hour afterward. ut, I still continued to enjoy the learning of this "guy named God."
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Introduction- Hello, my name is Amanda
Hello, my name is Amanda Mignault. I just turned 15, and I will be starting my sophmore year of high school in September. I am a Christian. Although I have doubted him many times, my God has always been loved me, cared for me, helped me, and taken me back when I made mistakes. So, this story will be telling you about my life, before I met God, and after. Kind of like an auto biography.
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Chapter 1 - Childhood from day one till school age.
I was born on July 26, 1988, in NewWindsor New York, to my great parents Lori and Gary. I did alot of funny things when I was little. Like, my mom use to call me Tweety bird, because I would flap my arms and hold my mouth open at meal times just as a baby bird would for its mother.
I dont remember much of what went on that first year on my life, in the events of my parents divorce. But, I do know it happened. I guess, in a way, it was good it happened then, because I wasn't old enough to even try and figure out what was going on, or to be affected greatly by it. If I had been older, it may have hurt alot more. but, the weekend trips to my Dad's house became a routine, and I've been going for as long as I can remember.
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Chapter 2- School starts, as well as the knowledge of God
Finally, I was 5. My first day of school. A new babysitter, new clothes, a backpack filled with pencils, crayons, markers, scissors, glue; all the things used in kindergarten. It was great! I loved school... for the time being at least.
But, this symbolized another start for me. On the weekends I was with Dad, I was in the kindergarten Sunday school class. At this point in my life, it was just one big story book to me. I really enjoyed the stories we learned from the Bible. But, now, when I look back, I'n not sure if I really believed them, or thought that they were just, well, stories.
So continued the Sunday school classes. I hate to say this, but back then, I think my favorite part of those Sunday mornings was the abundance of food in the Coffe Hour afterward. ut, I still continued to enjoy the learning of this "guy named God."
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