My Clumsiness

     If i could change one thing that happened to me in my past I think that I would change my clumsiness in general. This does not seem like much, but between the ages 4 and 12 I did some pretty stupid stuff that got me either really hurt or close to getting killed, a lot of them involving bikes and trikes.

     When I was 6, I lived in Parma on a road called Fernhill. This road was kind of steep and I always road my trike down it. One time, I road my trike down and I was going really fast and there was a few acorns in the middle of the sidewalk. When my front wheel hit it, my bike flipped forward and sent me and my bike flying into the grass. My bike fell on top of me and it hurt, but not as much as when I was 12. I was riding my

 bike down the a road which was also steep. I was kind of stupid and bad at making decisions, so instead of riding my bike in front of a building, I rode around it. I saw a large SUV and could not see anything from my angle. I made a hard left turn and smashed my bike into a brick wall, I was going so fast that my chest bashed into the handles and they broke off. I was in a lot of pain, so I limped to a bench that was nearby. When I sat down was when the pain got worse, the pain was delayed for some odd reason.
     I am sure that if I was not too clumsy when I was younger than I would not have so many embarrassing scars and cracked ribs. My parents would probably stop talking about my obvious mess ups. One of which is that when I was 9, I almost fell off my apartment balcony and my mom gets really anxious and scared when ever I go up high places like roller coasters and high diving boards. I would get more respect and people would not be scared of me messing up all the time.

My Important Thing

     I have many things that I believe is important, my house, my money, my gaming console, but there is one thing that I have that a lot of people can agree with, my family, my mom, my dad, my sister and brother. They do a lot of things that makes me who I am.

     First, my brother and my sister. They do a lot more to me than I thought they did. When they decide to argue and fight, I have to go to them and tell them that they cannot fight and tell them why it is wrong. I get to tell them why what they did was wrong so they can avoid the issue, which they do not. I also love them and think they are important to me because I am their older brother. I am the person they come to when they have problems, like a mean kid at school or when they need help with homework, which makes me feel needed. I make them happy and they make me happy when ever I see them smile. I also really think that my parents are important to me, obviously. They do more for me than I can pay them back for. They put a roof over my head, they feed me when I am hungry, and they love me. Because my parents and siblings are important to me, I hate it when other people try to wrong them, like bad kids at my brother's school or other people in my family who says bad things about my mom, like my aunt and uncle. I can not do much about these, my brother saying that he would be embarrassed by me, or my mom saying that it was not my business what my aunt says about her, but I just like to know that I am behind them to support them, as they are behind me, supporting me.

A Summer Highlight

     My summer was not too exciting. Most of the time I was either inside playing my Xbox or outside playing with my brother or sister. Sometimes I would go to my cousin Wayne and Brandon's house to hang out, but that was most of my summer. I did not do anything special like go somewhere outside of the U.S., I didn't even leave outside of state. Even though I did not make too many great memories that I will cherish, I did have an amazing time camping that I will remember for a while.
     About a week after my birthday, my family and I went camping, I forgot the name of the site. My mom went all out with this trip, she pack the car to the brim with anything we might need, we did not even use almost half of the stuff. She reserved one of the cabins, and although I really enjoyed the cabin, I was quite uneasy at night. There was a bee hive stuck on the outside of my window, so I assumed that I could get stung on my way to the showers in the early morning. There was plenty of activities to do when we were there. There was a large open field where I could play with my brother, there was canoeing, every night there would be music, it was great. If only I had brought my football there could have been another thing I could have done in my spare time there. By spare time I mean the time that I was not with my family the entire time.
     The worst part, in my opinion, of the trip was probably the canoe trip. My family and I all got in a canoe, or kayak, at the camp site. We were supposed to get off at the 4 mile point, which is what my mom paid for, but we missed that mark and had to go down another 9 miles. It was exhausting, we spent so much time arguing which way to row the boat, and it got really awkward when our boat met up with boats from a different camp site. We followed them back to their site so we could get picked up by my mom's friend and in that time our boat flipped, twice, we lost my sister, who was in a kayak, down the river thrice, and my brother lost his glasses. Even though that part of the trip was a total loss, I still had a lot of fun.
     I hope that next year's summer vacation will be just as, if not better, thank the last.

Devan, What My Name Means to Me

Devan

     My full name is Devan Luis Santiago. My name does not have any special background, I was named after a person who was nice to my aunt. My aunt happened to like his name, "Devan", so now and forever, I am known by his name, Devan. I personally do not think there is anything special with my name. When I was young, I wished that I had a different name that related to my Puerto Rican heritage, but now that I think about it, I know that there are things about my name that make me who I am.
     I am a guy who cares for the feelings of others. I hate it whenever I have to hear the sound of small, sad kids crying, but I can not do anything about it, or anybody for that matter. My name is not much, but it is me, my identity. Without my name, I am nothing, nonexistent.
     As I have said before, I was named after some guy that I do not even know, but this guy, Devan, was nice to my aunt. I like to think that he is like that with other people, nice, caring, kind of like how I see myself.
     I hear fantastic names almost everyday. Names like Lysander, Taino, Clayton, all of these names are unique, but they are what make those people unique. "Devan" is what makes ME unique.

My Most Important Rule in Life

What is my most important rule? I would say that my most important rule is to not let people keep me down. What I mean by this is, when someone has a dream that they wish to fulfill or some sort of goal, they should not let people keep them from fulfilling that goal. An example of this would be if someone's goal in life is to successfully run a marathon, but their parents did not believe that they could do it, they should ignore them. If someone was to do just that, and with a little bit of time and effort, anybody can achieve their goal. Nobody should let any person keep them from doing something that is possible. I am not saying that if someone believes that if they can fly to climb up to their roof and jump off that it will happen, I am saying that with enough time put into their dream or goal, that that person can do just about anything. We were able to get a man on the moon, people didn't think that it was possible, but scientists wre able to make it happen, if that is possible than anything is possible.