My+Story

__Joe's Story__
My life isn’t any different than many kids. I am the first-born and have to watch my two sisters. To tell you the truth it isn’t much fun being the eldest, but I had some bad experiences and that’s what my story is mostly about.

My story is my life and I don’t like the first thing. When I was three years old, living in Racine, Wisconsin, my family had a get together. My dog Caesar was about to be put on the leash outdoors and he saw two little dogs. My mom told me that he bolted over my little sis and attacked them. One of my parents’ friends tried to break it up and ended up with his pants getting torn. After that my parents were afraid he was going to injure someone else, so we had to give him back to the breeders. He was great with people, but not with other dogs. The next two things are sad and happy.

Not even three years later my Great Grandfather Hugo Pio Cherubini died in a nursing home in June of 2000. He was a soldier in World War II on D-day. He was gunning in Germany when a bomb that was planted in the jeep exploded. He was knocked off the jeep and all the soldiers inside the jeep were dead. He earned the purple heart in that war. Then my baby sister was born about four months later at St. Luke’s Hospital. Then in 2001 when I was asleep the twin towers were attacked and our school possibly knew about it, but didn’t tell us kids. Sometime that school year I remember going down to lunch and slipping on the marble staircase. I fell to the left and I rolled over. Then when I was standing up and the kids in my class were pointing at my right eyebrow. I saw a puddle of blood on the stair, I held my eyebrow and ran to the office. I was only in first grade and in the office I put tissue on my eyebrow to slow the bleeding. They called my mom and she took me the Emergency Room. I also remember waiting for my turn and when it was my turn I went into one of the rooms. I laid down and when the doctor tried to put the stitches in, I pushed his hand away and then it got to the point that they had to use a stretcher. After the stitches were in they opened a drawer in the hallway and I was able to pick out a teddy bear, I chose a blue bear and named him Jacob.

Then in August of 2002 my family moved to South Milwaukee, where I went to my last Catholic school for second grade and the next year I went to my first public school from 3rd- 5th grade. Third through fifth were not fun years. The first year I had a friend and the second he drifted off. The third year he thought he was gangster and thought he was cool like a lot of the kids in my class, but they didn’t even like him. Then in June of 2006 my parents divorced. My sixth grade year I still didn’t fit in and I embarrassed myself in front of the whole entire class. Seventh grade year was a lot easier, made more friends than I did at my previous schools. The field trips were fun and then in the summer time I found out the girl that so called liked me was only bet to like me. Now in 8th grade it is fun, I like the teachers, but man did my back ache after two hours of taking out wood chips on the tot lot.

That was my story and I don’t know how to sum it up rather than my life isn’t that much more interesting than many other kids. My name is Joe and this is my story.