Introduce yourself:
In my life I had been taught right and wrong, between good and bad and the fact that nice is different than good. Just because you are a nice person does not mean that you are in fact a good person I know instances that this is true, not from experience but from memories from people around me. Though some answers are hard to distinguish by myself I know now that people, even the people you love, put up walls and barriers only to protect the ones they love.
My name is Ara DiNozzo and I am sixteen years old I was born in Tel Aviv Israel. My parents have told me the story of my birth only a few times and you can see the pain on their faces every time they are forced to remember it. I was told that my mother went into preterm labor, which was true, now did I know that the memory of my birth was filled with sadness instead of joy when welcoming your first child. It turned out that my mother went to visit the olive tree in Israel that she had planted for her father when she went into pre-term labor then had me only two hours later or that's what they told me. I was ten weeks early and only 2 pounds 1 ounce. They immediately requested a transfer to D.C and once I was stable enough at 4 days old I had my first and only helicopter ride though I don't remember it. As far as I can remember I had such a happy childhood always exploring and playing when I was not in the hospital. I was constantly sick when I was younger and thankfully I only remember snippets of those bad memories having replaced them with good ones. Though the circumstances of my birth happened in Israel I am an American through and through and that is really where my story of who I am is here.