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Chapter 3

When i turned 3 I was put into a Day Care. For I can get a head start on learning. Like that ABC mouse thing on on the Internet. Except my day care was face face and like 15 other kids. But I liked Day Care. I was the GG (goody-goody). Back in Day Care. And the teachers where really nice to me since I respected them. So I got extra time to play with toys and more nap time. And I use to take long naps. This is when my life started to build in a good way. I needed my life to start after my dads death in the terrorist attack. So this was the chance to prove myself and who I am. So I went up to some kids and asked if they wanted to play. And they said "yes". One of the kids name was Demitri .

That made my heart beat raise. My heart started to beat fast it was incredible. It was the second best feeling I have ever had.

So when it was time for recess Demitri and I ran out side to play ball. All we did was throw the ball around and had fun. We shared laughs and giggle. We use to play tag a lot. But it started to get boring because it was only the two of us. I actually got my middle name from Demitri. So my middle is Demitri.

I also went to a group called Tuesday's Children. That is where I met my best friend. Let's call him John. So John and I are still best friends up until today.

Tuesday's children is a foundation were kids that lost a loved one in 9/11. They do a lot of cool things. Like go to baseballs games and more. But I have stories on the things I have done with Tuesday's Children. Now back to the story.

So John and his grandparents were walking thought the door to sign up. We had already signed up. We were just waiting to get tickets for a mets game (if you don't know who the mets are that is a baseball team). And my mom walked up to Johns grandma and asked hey we have 4 extra tickets to the mets game do you want to come. And Johns grandma said "yes thank you so much." That was how I met my best friend John.

The week after the game, we met up with John and his grandparents to go eat at McDonald's. I loved McDonald's as a kid. I would want to eat it everyday. Yes I know I am a fat ass but I couldn't help it. It was just so good. Anyways we met up and ate there. While my mom and Johns grandparents were talking. John and i went to go play in the play house. That was my first and last time I would ever go into one of those McDonald's playhouse again. It stunk so bad. It was like someone took a shit, shoved it right back up their asshole and took a shit again.

It was disgusting. That was honesty the worst smell in the world. So I turned around. But as soon as I turned around I saw a kid throw up right in the entrance. So I was forced to go inside that shit fucking playhouse. I was sprinting through the play house like I was doing the 40 yard dash.

And just as I was about to go down the slide to my freedom. I turned around and threw up green throw up. I tried to act like nothing happened but I started to lose conscious and threw up again. This time the throw up was yellow like the French fries. But after I threw up i aimed for the slide and rocketed into the slide.

And we I came out I kick a kid in the face. He got knocked out. There was a shoe mark on the cheek of his face. I just stood there crying like a baby. What could you expect I was only 3 years old. I was still a baby. But anyways that is how I met John. And that was our first adventure together.