Well, what an interesting question. The answer to it is, I’m not sure! I guess it would be fun to write an autobiography but nothing much has happened to me. I’m just an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl living in the country and, since I am homeschooled, I don’t get out much and so nothing happens to me. And when I do, I just go with my mom to pick up my little brother and two of my friends from school. I guess the only exception was yesterday when we went to Lowe’s, got two little succulents, which were actually kind of cute, then we went to Walmart, where I got earbuds and looked for a Ricky Nelson CD. There wasn’t any although there were plenty of others that I like. Creedence Clearwater Revival, Beach Boys, and the Beatles were a few. And yes, I am aware of the fact that I don’t like modern music and guess what? I. Don’t. Care. I think the music at that time was better anyway. There was no Taylor Swift! But I find myself just a tad off-topic, or at least Grammarly does, and I must get back to the subject. As I was saying, nothing big ever happens to me. (And now that I said that, Pawpaw’s probably going to die or something. I hope not!! Love you Pawpaw!) Anyway, I don’t have anything to write about in an autobiography.
I guess some of the benefits would be that I could read it to my children and grandchildren if I ever have them. I might learn that I enjoy writing and publish lots of books and become a famous author. That would be a benefit without a doubt. But now I’m in dream-land and I’m pretty sure that won’t happen. But now I have another item on my bucket list! Maybe another benefit would be that I could use it to demonstrate something from my childhood. I mean, I’m still growing up but from when I was little. For example, one time I was playing around on the bathroom counter and I found one of those little hair clips. I was snapping it back and forth and pretending it was a credit card, swiping it through the open drawers and stuff like that and that’s when I saw it. It was on the wall, looking at me through its two long eyes. Nowadays, we call those outlets. My tiny kid’s mind said to my tiny kid brain,” Put the clip in there. Don’t ask why. Just do it!” My tiny kid’s brain said, “Okay, why not?” And made my hands do it. To make a long, dramatized story short, I jammed the hair clip into the outlet and guess what? It was working. So I get zapped and started crying. That’s where the story ends unless you want to hear how my mom came running back and comforted me. I doubt you do. But I could put stuff like that in my autobiography. I can’t really think of any benefits I could get out of writing one.
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