Someone add some figurative language to this paper for me . i have lived in one house for my entire life. it is an average sized house with two floors. there aren't a lot of kids my age in the area, and most people who live around there are either a lot younger of a lot older than me. there used to be some, but i think they might have moved away. i usually stay in my room but sometimes i have to leave because it gets too hot in there and i have four fans to keep it cooler. i don't know a lot about my neighbors but i remember one of them gave me a toy box when i was young.

i have never broken any of my bones, but i have had injuries that might have been close. i have two large scars. one of them is on my hand and i got it from a dog scratch. the other one is under my nose and it is from an accident with a bicycle. i was riding with my friend when i was about 10. i fell off my bike, but he didnt see and ended up running over me. there were cuts on my face for a few months, but it didn't hurt as much as it looked like it did.

i have had a fear of storms for a few years now. i originally got it three years ago i think, but i'm not sure. i got it from a boy scout camp . we were camping even though there was a tornado warning. we slept there overnight anyway. it was really stressful and i ended up getting almost no sleep the entire night. i guess that i ended up developing some kind of fear for storms, especially tornadoes and severe thunderstorms, because now i'm afraid of them and get really stressed over bad weather. it has gotten slightly better over the past year or so.

i have been wanting to go to new york city for almost my entire life. up until sixth grade, i thought that i would have to wait until i was an adult. but in sixth grade, i found out that there would be a school trip to new york city two years later. i wanted to go to washington dc the second year too, but i had to save up for new york city instead, so i saved up by mowing lawns for about a year. i also had to use a lot of my birthday and my christmas money.

i think it was the year before seventh grade when i had to write three essays over books over the summer before it. i had gotten grades the year before that were not good enough to get into honors classes that next year. i went to the principal early that summer to see if there was a way to still get in to those honors classes, he said that i could do three essays over that summer to prove that i could, so over the summer, i wrote an essay over life of pi, a book over the moon landing, and another one a cant remember the name of. i ended up getting in, but i'm not anymore, so i guess it doesn't really matter.

i think i have always been at least interested in some kind of art, engineering or architecture. in fifth grade, i remember someone's dad, who was an architect, came in to class one day to teach us all about the job. even back then, i was extremely interested in it. i went to a boy scout camp for a day where we did badges and somehow the same person was there. i plan on going to college to get a job as an architect at some point. if i don't become an architect, i would like to become an engineer.