Page 3 - Autobiography (final version)

Chapter 1: It is just the beginning

My life started off pretty good. I remember having fun in a

gigantic 4 kanal house in Cantt, Army colony. It was not an

ordinary house because normal houses are built using bricks

but that house was built by the blood and sweat of my

grandfather. It was different. Eight years of my stressless

juvenil life were spent in that house and what memories did I

make? Well, there were three of my best memories; fun, fun

and more fun! Growing up I had been attached to my, five

years older than me, sister and people would call us twins.

They were wrong! We weren’t twins, in fact we were one

person. Now it’s a little different, no not the “one person” part;

it’s just that people don’t really call us twins anymore. Guess

puberty hit after all. Every weekend me and my sister would

come up with some profit-making ideas. One day we

gathered all of our story books, decorated our room (forgot to

tell you, I used to sleep with my sister only) and sold it for