autobiography: part one

My name is Stephanie Elizabeth Harlyn Keel-Moore and this is my song.
I was born August 6th 1994, in Walnut Creek, California, at Kaiser Hospital. My mom carried home a 5 pound 7ounce 14 inch long baby to Concord, California where we lived for about a year. While we lived there we had a pet iguana she was 4 and a half feet long we also had an over protective cat who would sleep in my crib with me.
When I was 8 months old I got up to walk and never sat down and when I was 12 months old I started to talk and never shut up. Ever since then I’ve been the kind of girl who speaks her mind without thinking of who’s listening and the kind of girl who climbs a tree without wondering how she will get down.
My mom and I moved back to alameda when I was two to be with me dad and Brother Devin. Two is also the age I started gymnastics and ballet so guess you could say that is also the age I learned what it’s like to have a passion for something. Another thing that happened when I was two I, two words potty trained.
When I was three is when I first started pre-school I still remember my first day I went in happy and excited but when my mom started to leave I was bawling. But after snack time I started to feel right at home and that’s when I made my first best friend Arianna.
The summer of 1998 was the summer where I learned to swim and do cartwheels which are now in my opinion are my most used summer skills.
Also during the year I got my first pet that a could call my own (even though mom mostly took care of him) and he was none other than a 12 cent feeder fish from pet which I named Fido.
Five years of age I traded nap time for uniforms and started kindergarten at peter pan academy a private school on bay farm. And then I discovered not only to find that it’s hard to sit still but even harder to do it without falling asleep. The news on Fido: he’s still alive and has doubled in size. he has also made the first killing meaning I thought he would like a friend to keep him company little did I know he only wanted a friend to eat.
Grade school a horrific time for any child but not only was I faced with the traumas of first grade that year my dad also tried to teach me how to ride a bike (and failed) that was also the year where my mom, Devin, and I drove to 42 American states and Canada in search of the world’s largest ball of string as my mom calls it “it was our search for string and everything in between”
Fido update: still alive and now triple his original size and weight. He has killed again to but for the last time that was when I finally came to terms that Fido did not want a friend.