My sketchy past

 I have been going to Prep for two years now, and still I feel my classmates dont know everything their is to know about me. To start, I was born in methodus hospital on April 24th, 1997. I have one older brother, who is currently a junior at prep, named justin. As a baby, i was often call "cute" or "adorable", which may be the typical response to a baby, but I have managed to stay cute and adorable over the years. My life was great, but then came one of the worst things any child should have to face at five years old. I played piano for four terrible years. The hatred I had for that instrument was not comparable to anything on this earth. I would even say it was torture for a kid at my age to sit for fourty five minutes a day and play that cursed black and white music maker. My mom could see that I was never going to share her dream of playing the piano, so she got me a guitar. At first I rather enjoyed it, as i had a dream of becoming a rockstar and playing in a band, but the dream ended early. I stopped playing the guitar because I simply never had the time to practice. I was to busy studying for school, or playing a sport that most people in the United States call "soccer." Soccer is not only my favorite sport, it may also be the greatest sport of all time. Now that you all know of my passions, i thought i might inform you of my first vacation (that i can remember). It all started when I was ten years old, and we were going to go on a road trip to Colorado. I was going to ski for the first time, and was clearly very excited. As we pulled out of our drive way, and onto the road, i fell asleep. I woke up, not to see glorious mountains out my window, but the auto shop. Our car had broken down, and our trip was postponed for about a week. Finally, we went on the road, and found the wonderful ski resort in Denver, Colorado! I loved it their, and to this day it is still my favorite place.