LIFE AS TOLD BY A 12 YEAR OLD
Recently for a school project, our daughter Taylor was tasked with writing an Autobiography. As she read it to me, I had to laugh at some of the take aways she has gotten from all the stories we have told her. We moved to Botswana when she was just 2 years old...I would love to share with you a missionary kids perspective on her 12 long years..."I was born on the 29th of June 2007. I had no hair and bright blue eyes. The first thing my dad said when I was born was 'she has my toes!' I was born at Rex Hospital in North Carolina, Raleigh. My parents both had jobs so I was with my dad all day while my mom was at work and then we spent 20 minutes together until my dad had to go to work. We would drive 2 hours to the beach for the weekends to spend with my dads parents and grandparents. I hated the car and would be screaming all the way there and all that my parent could do was roll down the window and turn up the music." (true...don't judge)
"When I was 2 1/2 years old we said goodbye to all my grandparents and great grandparents and moved to Africa. My parents are missionaries which means that they don't have to sit in an office to go to work which is nice because my mom was able to be a stay at home mom for most of the time. Instead of going to Reception (Kindergarten) my mom homeschooled me like all the other missionary moms but then realized that it was my DESTINY to go to a real school so I started Standard 1 (1st grade) at Thornhill Primary School. Of course my parents had to pull me out of school every 2 years to go to America but it was only for a few months. "
"I am now 12 1/2 years old with a 9 year old brother and a 2 year old sister and I am in Standard 7 (7th grade). I love to read and do art."
We are so very thankful for this spunky, independent young woman that the Lord has blessed us with!
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