Dear whoever is reading this,

And autobiography is a book about someone who has died... I am well and truly alive so this is not an autobiography. This is just about a few things(that I can remember!) from babyhood, toddlerhood, and now about the things happening now! H0P3 Y0U 3NJ0Y!!!

P. s I had just figured an autobiography is not about someone who has died but someone who is dead and someone who is alive!

Wow! My 19year old parents had  just welcomed me into the world! The room was white and the window was huge and clear, so it was very bright. I cried no matter how much I comforted but eventually I stopped because of how warm the air was, it was in Darwin what can you expect??. 

I can't remember much from when I was two, so this paragraph will be minya (means tiny in our aboriginal language)

Three, wow my birthday was a shock! I spent it at my grandmas house! It was hectic I cried, they laughed, I giggled. And then came out the cake it was a teddy from bananas in pyjamas!! I loved it, I think because mum showed me a pic of me shoving it in haha, so I decided to get it all on my face

2009 that magical year my brother was born!! And I first met my long lost brother, sam, mason was born on 13/10/09 and it's actually funny because both my brothers were meant to be born on my birthday! But they didn't so p00p. Well kindy I kinda remember that, I remember saying fuck. I actually said duck but still the kids were harsh so I hid under a table for and hour and then the teachers found me and just laughed at me, they saw the video tape and actually heard me say duck!!

We left the warm, sunny Darwin and moved to the opposite side of Australia, a small town called Ceduna. I didn't really like it. It was ugly, cold and I didn't know anyone, I'd left my friends without a goodbye and a silent scream of joy from my teacher:(  we had rented our great uncles house and lived in there for now before we got our house on the farm.