Nails on a Chalk Board

Six years ago, I fell over three flights of stairs and landed on my stomach. I threw up four times. If my dad and the pile of shoe boxes I landed on weren’t there, I could have died. My dad calls me and my sisters the three stooges. My older sister, Kate, is Curly, I am Larry, and my younger sister, Lily, is Moe. I hate the sound of nails on a chalkboard, it both disgusts and irritates me. I have met the singer named Fergie twice in my life. The first time we only took photos. The second time we got to see the first private screening of her newest album that has not come out yet at an Ipic theater and we got to meet her. While watching the private screening, we sat back in reclining chairs and ate all the popcorn and candy we could. Over the summer while I was on vacation, my family and I saw many seals at the beach one night. They were so close to shore, almost right where the waves crashed. There were 64 in total, I counted. This year at camp, my older sister broke her arm at a gymnastics intercamp that I was at too. While doing her routine, she did a roundoff-backhandspring and put all of her weight onto one arm, ending up with a buckle-fracture. I would check in with her every day to see if she was doing ok. Once my family and I went banana boating with our family friends and I didn’t know you were supposed to lean back so the boat started to sink. It ran me over me and the driver of the boat didn’t notice so he kept on going at high speed. Meanwhile I was swimming trying to catch up. The first time I could make an uppercase A, I thought that I was the coolest kid in the world. I went around telling everyone how I was so amazing. In Kindergarten, when I got sushi for lunch at school, I hated it so I threw it out and ate my friends left overs and went home very hungry.