If I were going to tell my life story to anyone I would probably tell it to one of my children, assuming that I'll have children that is. The main reason that I would tell one of my children and not a friend, work associate, etc. is because I would want my story to be useful to someone. If I'm telling the story of my life (again making an assumption that my life and its story has a meaning) I would like it to be useful, and I think that my child would probably benefit from that. When I was younger, and occasionally still today, my dad would sometimes tell me stories about his childhood. Sometimes the stories had meaning, sometimes they were just random. But I suppose that's not really the point. What really mattered about it was that my father was sharing pieces of his life with me, allowing me to see and experience something about him and who he is- the events that shaped him as a person. I would like my child to have the same experience, in the hope that he could put the knowledge to benefit himself in some way.
Secondly, if I were going to tell my life story to anyone I would begin at the summer between eigth grade and freshman year. This was the first time in my life that I really began to question the principles and beliefs that I was brought up on. It intensified later, around sophomore year, but eigth grade summer was the prelude. I can't predict the rest of my life, nor how it will end, but I can say with relative sureity that from about that point until now have been some of the most influential times in my life, and I expect they will continue to shape whatever events unfold from now until my death.
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