The first story I would include in my autobiography is my first theater experience, which was pretty awful. I was very little, about five or six. The play was the Jungle Book and I was a monkey. I was in the costume, back stage the whole play, except for about five minutes when the monkeys sang a silly little song. I was very bored and hot. Overall, not a great experience.
My second story is about skiing, my favorite (and only) sport. I live about forty-five minutes away from a small ski resort. Two years ago, when I was twelve, I got my first pair of skis and boots. Continue reading