Robert Sikora's Autobiography
I was born on June 12th 1993. Every day on my birthday there is a parade known as the Saint Anthony's parade in Cortland, NY. It is Saint Anthony's birthday. The parade marches from St. Anthony's church on Pomeroy Street all the way down to St. Anthony's church on South Main Street.
"That's not fair" you might say, but my brother was born on July 3rd and he gets fireworks on his birthday.
Now lets talk about me. I was born in the Johnson City Hospital on June 12th 1993. I was a premature baby and the doctors thought I'd be a person who goes, "Uuuuuuunnnhhhh!"
I do have advantages of being a premature baby. When I was two, I made words out of my letter magnets. For example: Tyrannosaurus Rex, Brontosaurus, and Stegosaurus. Then I began to make real words and the first word I ever knew was "Dumbo".
When I was five, believe it or not, I began to take ballet classes. But I didn't like it. I was thinking this was a part of life that everyone had to go through.
When I was six, I took gymnastics. But I didn't like it. Same story. Then I took swimming and horseback ridings. Then I quit horseback riding and continued swimming.
When I was eight, I went to the YWCA sleepover. When you go to bed, you watch a movie or if the movie is boring you fall asleep. The movie I watched was Space Jam. This movie influenced me to play basketball.
When I was nine, there was a little kitten with a bleeding paw that was waiting outside the door. Then we saw that poor little kitten and let it stay with us. Then the cat lived as happy as it could be and that cat was always tortured by one little boy, me.
Now I'm twelve years old and I just entered Cortland High School and everything is going well. Most think I'm gay but there are still some people that like me. For example: There are kids that are fighting for my desserts that bring to lunch. I usually give them my desserts because one of the kids are supporting my campaign for when I run for eighth grade senate.
Then after seeing T-macs comeback of a Rockets 17-6 to win a game in final 52 seconds, I turned by back hopefully on politics and became the biggest Rockets fanatic in the (family). Ever since I became a Rockets fan, the Rockets made the playoffs and ever since, I became to the extreme, superstitious. Like, don't watch the game uptairs, be good like a prophet to everyone ( as I get when the Rockets loose to the 76r's), going to the john is bad luck. So I barely do anything on gamenight. I sometimes don't do anything the whole because of my superstitions. But when the Rockets win, I celebrate having a cupcake or ice cream or something tasty and desserty.
Then I do run for the eighth grade vice president of the student senate. And I wanted to support bring cheerleaders to Junior High Sports Teams (that wasn't my idea)! I gained so much popularity and almost everybody on team 2. I was orginal. Everybody else says, " I'am open minded and I will listen to everyone's ideas." which makes everything a popularity contest! In the election, I lost. I was apparently campaigning harder than the other candidate who wasn't doing anything. No, offense to her, because I did vote for her in the presidential election the next year.
This summer, my brother and I became surrealists. Surrealism would be defined in teenager talk: Scarier than bobbysikora.com. So now, I'am a surrealist!
The next elction for vice president, my slogan was, "Fullicitations, Malfactors! I'am endevouring to misappropriate the formula for the preparation for affordable cumestables! Who will join me?" I wasn't facing a candidate that wasn't as popular as the last one, but I didn't support cheerleaders. I lost this one too. Well, I'am glad I lost because I'd have to do extra work if i won. And guess what! My birthday, June 12th, was also the last day of school.
When the weather is warm, now I go on sunset-walks to watch the sunset with Manio. Sunsets are pretty cool to watch.
Wait for something to happen to me and when it happens,
I will post it on this website, OK?
The End
Page updated on July 2nd 2008
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