The beginning

Hi,yes I know not a very formal way to start a life story but my goal isnt to make this formal its just to write my life story up to the point im at today and be done. I guess I should probably tell you in sections like 1 to 8 and 8 to 10 and so one. So ill start when I was 1, Of course I dont remember anything from that period of time except from the embarrassing story’s ever ones parents tell them about themselves when they were young.Well on to when I was 8 not much happened In that year of my life but this is a life story so I guess I should just write it after all. When I was 8 one of the biggest memory’s was breaking my arm,not exactly as good memory but a memory, At the time she had a play set in her backyard which still sits there to this day. Now her play set has to sides that are connected by to swings on one side she has a short ladder leading up to slide and on the other side she has a rope swing blah blah all the normal play set stuff,anyways i decided to climb up the short ladder that led to the slide though this didn’t go as planned and my foot slid in between the steps causing me to jerk backwards hitting my head and of course my arm really hard.Well im running out of space so ill finish this story next time I get on here bye.