The day I was born, I don't remember much but that everyone thought I wouldn't survive and would die except Aunt Nicey who gave birth to me.
My parents didn't think I would live past my birth let alone 3 months so they decided to name me William Armstrong.
Around the age of 6 I couldn't walk yet so my brother pushed me to start walking. At some point i felt like he pushes me too much and that I couldn't do it.
I finally learned how to walk thanks to my brother and my parents were so proud of me. I feel like my brother gives me hope and pushes me for me to be better
There was a dead scarlet ibis in the yard by the bleeding tree. It came from the storm and was misplaced and I feel the need to bury it properly.
My brother and I went to the swamp and a storm came rolling through so he made me paddle back. It started to rain hard and at first i was keeping up with my brother until he started running I tried to keep up with but he continued to run and I pushed myself too far. The Last thing I remeber was stopping at a bus and blood coming from my mouth.