A Glimpse Of Me

Ryan Jevne

3/24/97

Autobiography

English 3

 

                                    A Glimpse of Me

    I sit here and think of me, not too interesting. I sit here and think, "what have I done with my life, what choices have I made to make me, me?" Well life goes so quickly, and those precious moments of life slip by, but will be held in my heart forever. I grew up so fast and went through those tough and confusing childhood years and now I slow down and wonder, "who am I?" and "what am I?" Those questions can be pretty scary, and the answers, horrifying. I try to live my life so my autograph will be wanted more than my fingerprints. I want to be remembered.

    There's an awful lot to a person than just what meets the eye. I'm a lot deeper than most people think I am. I see myself as no other possibly could. On the outside, I'm the normal average kid growing up in America, living my life like other kids.
    I was born on December nineteenth, 1979, to Randy and Valerie Jevne. The name they chose for me, Ryan Luke Jevne. I was left in the hospital premature, and my mother didn't hold me until Christmas Day. I had severe ear infections as a baby and finally had tubes in my ears at eighteen months. I think my first childhood memories were the pain and the doctor's visits. I go back to the doctor every once in a while now because I've never been as healthy as most kids. I remember the usual childhood memories most have, Christmas with the family, picnics in the Summer. And no matter the memory, good or bad, I love them.

    As I got a little older I started to understand and challenge the world. I realized life was hard. I had to eat, sleep, take a nap, read some, talk some, and that was a lot for me to do, I thought. I never understood the world too well. I never understood why the fireplace would burn your hands if you ran into it, or why my Dad was so darn grumpy all the time, or why the sun would go down, just the simple every day things.

    When I was about five or so, I got my first bike, and oh how I loved it! I took it to my Grandma's Motel and rode around and around it. My brother decided he would chase me, so I got those tires going round and round. Well, my Grandma always told me to watch for cars, but I was too busy making sure my brother wouldn't catch me. Well, I looked forward just in time to see a pickup grill up close. My Dad took me to the hospital, blood streaming down my face. And the pickup was parked!

    The next most significant memory of mine was my baptism at eight. My family has always gone to church for as long as I can remember. We belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, or Mormon's as most know us by. The gospel has always played an important role in my life and continues to do so. I learned that there is a purpose in life. I have learned morals and standards that have made me what I am today. 

    I went about the routine adolescent activities, junior high, met and made friends, and lost most of them. I believe that most people my age aren't worth being friends with, so I had to choose and lose a lot of them. It was at this time in my life that I realized how important family life was. I was apart from them more and more now, and grew to love them dearly. I have one older brother, Nick, one younger, Paul, and two younger sisters, Venessa and Candace. They are all very unique and special, and even though I may be tough on them at times, I love them.

    It was in junior high that I had my first confrontation with death. My great grandfather, or 'Gramps' as we called him, Fred Kilfoy, died. It was sudden and shocking. Bad things happen to good people and they are taken from us too quickly. It was very hard. Now I believe in visiting my grandparents often and letting them know I love them.

    Then I hit high school. Responsibility, fear and anticipation all at the same time. It was here that I got my first real perspective on life, a scary yet exciting one. It was also my first year that, you could say, love struck. Her name is Rita Rosalie Bisbee. She sat in front of me. She asked what time it was, even though there was a clock in the front of the room. Well, turns out we both failed English One together, but it was worth it. We got to know each other real well. So well in fact that we started going out and have been ever since. She moved away at the end of my freshman year, but young love is strong.

    It was also in high school that I developed a real passion for the performing arts. I got a bit part in the college production of 'My Fair Lady,' but I loved it. Then, just this year, I played the lead in the second act of 'Plaza Suite,' despite opposition.

    And so here I am, seventeen, a Junior at R.H.S. and taking life one day at a time, one challenge after another, and loving it.