29 November 2012
Year One was simple. Year Two was the same. And Year Three, like the others, was just as lame.
Year Four was a milestone, I learned to read. Year Five was amazing, my first recital ever. Year Six was the first time I read my first chapter book. Year Seven was Magic, Harry Potter filled my life. Year Eight was a year when I dared to dream.
Year Nine was a year of fulfillment, I skipped a grade. Year Ten I was blessed with a new baby sister. Year Eleven, I met my first A-Lister. Year Twelve I saw my first Broadway play.
Year Thirteen I became a teenager. Year Fourteen, I met my greatest idol. And year Fifteen, well... I'm working on that story.
15 years • Opuss № I