Autobiography

Summer is obviously my favorite part of the year. There’s no school, its awesome weather all the time, you get to chill with your friends whenever you want, and no matter where you go, there are always girls there, and every teenage boy knows that summertime girls are the best. However this summer was no ordinary summer and things don’t always go exactly like you’d plan. I think you all know what I mean.
The summer of 2002 started out like any other summer except I had a girlfriend named Patsy. My friends and I would go out to Millers pond almost everyday, as long as it was nice we would all be swimming. For the most part June was a pretty normal month for me I turned 17 on June 7th and still didn’t have my license so I worked really hard to get my license, because for my 17th birthday my Mom and Dad bought me my second car a 1987 Pontiac Firebird. It was a beautiful car and very fun, My other car was a 1969 mustang fastback. It was just a classic car for me and my dad to fix up. June ended pretty well then.
So I had a job lined up to work in a warehouse for Don Bowers he’s a local Rye grass farmer in Harrisburg, I was really looking forward to that. So it was July 3rd and I was looking forward t

Then August rolled around and it was the worst month of my life. First I lost my job because the seed business was a little slow so we were going to take like a two week break which isn’t that bad but I love working so it really sucked for me. I needed money really bad so I decided to sell my Mustang, and I already had another car. After I sold it I actually cried when I saw it go I couldn’t believe that I sold my baby. So I went into town to talk to my dad but he wasn’t at his work so I said goodbye to all his workers and started driving home in my Firebird well I was coming back from Springfield and I was on game farm road I looked away from the road for maybe 1 or 2 seconds to grab my soda and that was all it took when I looked up I saw all the other traffic slowing down except for me. I hit my brakes right away I hit the back of a Mercury minivan at like 45 miles per hour. All that I can remember from it is the smell and the sound of my screeching tires, then I woke up and all the medics were there asking me a lot of confusing questions that I didn’t understand. So they took me to Sacred Heart Hospital. The people in the emergency room told me that I had been in a wreck and that I had bit through and severed off my bottom lip. They told me that a plastic surgeon was on his way to try to sow it back on basically. So after they got my lip back on I was laying in a hospital bed and a cop came and gave me a ticket. As if my accident wasn’t bad enough. So the surgeon told me I would probably never have feeling in my lip again and only get back slight use. I was 17 years old I didn’t want to be deformed so of course I freaked out. My friends spent every moment of the day with for like three weeks straight I really found out who really cared about me when all of this happened. Then Hailey and I broke up an