BrightEyes20
 In my opinion, life has certain moments. As a child, it was never about your clothes or your weight or what boys you liked. For me it was how fast could I run, watching Disney Channel, playing with my twin sister, or reading books. Those where the moments I remember the most about my childhood, the one's I had the most fun in. It was never until I was a teenager that you remember the pain, the struggles and the nights that you cry yourself to sleep because your friends weren't speaking to you. I'm still a teenager now, so for me I probably haven't had that many moments in my life that are significant, but they make me who I am, all my mistakes, my joy, my laughter and my pain have all lead me to this one moment in time. And I think that's pretty significant. My life is pretty normal, I don't really think of myself as special, yes, there were times in my life that I thought I could be someone, and times where I wanted it to just stop. But I guess there are struggles in everyone's lives. I dont know about you, whoever you are, but I can bet there was a time when your world crumbled. For me, I was fourteen, sitting in my Nanny and Granda's house, at the table doing homework. My Nanny walks up to me and my sister, and says the doctors found something in her chest and she was going to get a scan. She was dianosed with breast cancer about a week later. I used to get so frustrated with myself, that I couldn't see there was something wrong, but over time you know there was nothing you could have done, I just wished I could have done something. At that moment in my life, I turned to writing. I wrote in a diary, and I wrote stories constantly. It was my own way of expressing how I felt, all my thoughts and emotions built up, so I had to write them down. Writing and reading was always like breathing to me, for as long as I could remember I would daydream and my imagination was crazy at times. But whenever my teacher would say we were doing creative writing, I would get shivers. It was like I knew what to write before I even began. When I read it out in class, I always stumble and shake, not just because I'm quiet, but I get so caught up in the story. Nanny always liked to talk to me about books, and always encouraged my writing, so I felt like I was doing it for her, as well as me. When she died a few weeks before my fifteenth birthday, I felt like I had to do something. So, I set myself a goal, one I hope to achieve in the future, I want to publish a real bound book one day, for Nanny. And I know I'm only sixteen, and my life has only just begun really, but I don't want to look back at my life when I'm older and regret anything. My name is Bright Eyes20, but maybe one day I'll be brave enough to let you all know my real name. I'm really shy and consider myself honest, sincere and understanding. I've always been an avid listener, and I pride myself on my ability to sew and knit scarves. I am random and crazy at times, (but who isnt?) and although I'm not supermodel skinny, or eat fruit every day, I'm normal. So, to all of you out there, live your life in the moment, because a lot can change you in a short space of time, but don't let it change your dreams. BrightEyes20 “Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Mother Teresa |
