Scientists now say that we in this generation are probably going to live to about a hundred years old. At least most of us. As I would like to count myself as one of most of us, I start to think about what this means. I have only lived fifteen and a bit years. Might I add that they have been the ride of my life, (quite obviously), but those fifteen years, full of drawing and drumming and strumming and thinking, are only around 1/6.666666667 of my lifespan. I have six WHOLE lifetimes left to live. So many things i will experience. I will, one day, die. I wonder how. It's like discovering a whole new colour every day. Things I could not possibly imagine or count myself as holding knowledge of. Given the amount of new stuff we have, even by the age of fifteen, it's no wonder people who have lived even twice my age have trouble remembering it all...
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Hello there! You're reading stuff from a medium sized fifteen year old boy with brownish hair, a banjo, a lot of drawings, a hatred of drum grades, a twisted imagination, a giant book of useless information, a deep seated love of science, films (the more sci-fi the better), and any animation, and a knight (who says ne), which he keeps in a drawer beside his bed and occasionally gets out at parties. Peace out and such.
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