Albert Alexander Menard- English III January 17, 1950

Albert Alexander My Life Story
My Life Story

I. The point I wish to make is: - The Story of My Life
II. The sub-divisions of my point are: -
a. When I was born -

b. What happened to me
III. My conclusion is: - You get out of life what you put into it

 

My Life Story

  It was seventeen years ago when disaster first struck that year that I was born.

   I will start this story when I was six years old, for it was then that I first remember. It was my first day of school and I was afraid of everyone and everything. After my mother had left, I decided I would go home too, so I got up from my seat, walked out the door, and went home. When I got home, mother met me at the door with a belt and I went back to school never to leave it again.

   When I was seven, my father and mother left one day. Some more boys come to call on me and we set about to think of something to do. Finally with a grin, I suggested a rock fight which pleased each of us very much. After having fought for a while, I ran around the side of the house, and bang ! A rock caught me just above the eye. I reached up and blood was rushing from a mean gash in my head. When mother and daddy came home once again, I felt the sting and a bang, but not above the eye, but where it hurt.

   One day when I was eight years old, I thought I would go fishing. As we started to digging the bait, I reached into the hole and picked up some worms. When I started to my feet, my brother hit me with a hoe in the back of the head and everything went black. When I regained my senses, I looked at my mother who was holding my head with blood all over her hands. Soon I was fixed up and "as good as new," said the doctor, but I had a very bad headache.

   At the age of ten, my father moved from Menard to Brownwood, but I was left behind to care for the place with some friends and work with my uncle at his ranch. When my eleventh birthday came, my brother bought me a bicycle and I started the task of learning to ride. My first try ended in a cat-claw bush full of pears.

   At the age of twelve we moved back to Menard and started farming which to me meant nothing but work with little play, which I knew would not go well with me, but daddy saw that it would and I did.

   When I was thirteen, I felt my first horror for school. It was then that I saw in my Freshman year in high school and everyone was telling me what all they were going to do to me. The first day I had to be made to go. It was that day at noon when the knots started to popping and the fear became unbearable, but I lived over it and got my revenge the next year. 

   So the years have gone by and I'm a Junior in high school with nothing to do but study. So people take a hint - go on and finish school even if you do have to tell the story of your life.