My name is Aaron and I am sixteen years old. Yesterday, I found a note on my bed saying that I should write down all my thoughts and feelings using this special typewriter, so here it is.
I am a high school junior living in Virginia who loves music, politics, reading, writing, and movies. I also enjoy hanging out with my friends.
Like I said, I'm sixteen, but for some reason this thing keeps saying I'm sixty-one. I've entered my birthday (May 1, 1948) three times, but it still comes out wrong. Maybe it's getting the 1 and the 6 mixed up.
I'm kind of skinny and I have long hair, and some of the kids at school make fun of me because I'm not very athletic, but I have some really close friends who mean a lot to me so it's okay.
My father owns a construction company and makes a lot of money and my mother stays at home. I have three siblings: John, who's fifteen; Lewis, who's nine; and Lynn, who's one.
I said earlier that I'm political, and my parents are, too. My father voted for President Johnson because we agree with his Great Society reforms, but I'm not sure how I feel about Vietnam. I agree that we can't let communism spread, but it seems unfair to draft people who don't really want to go to war. Anyway, that's about it.
If you want the full story of how I came to be writing here, see my post below.
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Thanks for stopping by my blog. As I said there, I'll be curious to see how your story develops.
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