1. My Choice at Seven
... . I lived there until the age of eleven. Then my life was suddenly uprooted to three hours north of everything I ever cared about. Now I will tell the story of my moral choice that began at the tender age of seven. At seven years old, I wanted to be a writer. At seven years old I had long, brown, wavy, hippie-style hair with a hint of ... so completely empty. When drugs started to come around, it was as though something inside of me somehow surfaced to the top. I thought drugs could fill me, but I remembered my choice four years earlier. Images of grandma's transparent eyes kept making t...
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- Grade Level: High School