Can't really say much, since I'm just 14. (Turning 15 on Tuesday.) But, hey, I'll try it out. Almost seems like this should go in EyesonEachother, though. And sadly, I completely forget what ages these take place at. I can only discern these by the house I lived in at the time.

House 1, the Farm House owned by Steve Rouche (Mr. Cockroach): Got a Dreamcast

Once my brother Nano (Naw-Noh) and I got a Dreamcast, I really got current into gaming, and it has so far been one of my main hobbies. It came with Soul Calibur, Sonic Adventure, and some other games that I forget. I'm supposedly one of the better players of Soul Calibur in my state at the current time, but I've no idea, really. What matters is that since then, I've become a sage when it comes to Video Games.

House 1: Got PSO

Getting PSO lead me into what we currently call the Intarwebz. I was never at all social, as I was home-schooled. The house we lived in at the time was half a mile from our neighbors, and our drive-way was of the same distance. We had internet enabled computers in the past, but never had we used them for communicational purposes, sans my Sister, who very commonly used E-Mail functions. PSO lead me into an addicting and very social world, where I met new people, expressed my own opinions, and was essentially my own link to the world besides my Mom telling me child abduction stories on the news. It was quite grand.

House 1: Mom runs over (my) dog.

I think my Mom suffered from it much more than I did, because I honestly got over it less than a week later. But it was still a very obvious difference in the house without this dog. We found him in the corn field, supposedly left by the previous owners of our eerie house. He knew the house well, and could even open its doors, somehow. It wasn't too great of a feat, considering any door-knobs in our house weren't actually door-knobs. He was a good dog, and I really feel sorry for him considering he was running happily across our half a mile long driveway, and I saw him, and looked him right in the eye as he got closer, and closer, and eventually right under the tire below me, in our car double my height. My Mom tried to get him to some kind of care as quick as she could, but he didn't make it 30 seconds afterwards. Since then, she's been paranoid of animals getting close to the car. She'll slam on the breaks if any animal gets near. I generally agree with her caution.

House 2: Grandmother dies, and we inherit the house.

My Grandmother supposedly died from eating chocolate, but I don't know the details. We inherited her house and everything in it, and as stated in her will, we were to try to ensure its being sold, and split the money with us, and our uncle, whom no doubt spent the entire 10 thousand of it on beer, like the idiot drunkard he is. We moved from our isolated, peaceful, and nature rich house, and into a gang-filled, polluted, and overall scummy society. I couldn't help but appreciate the structure of the house, however. It really stood out from the rest of the crumbling town. During this time, I was home-schooled through a computer system. I technically should have been held from 7th grade, but my teacher allowed me to pass because of my immense writing skills of which I gained from the lovely, lovely intarwebzorz.

House 3: Out of the slums, and into a non-ty society.

So, now here we are, House 3. It's actually house 4 out of houses in Ohio, but I truly don't remember a bit of Huber Heights, sans our house sucking and our neighbors being assholes. But anyway, this house is grand, in every sense. It's large, affordable, my room is HUGE, I've made some friends, etc. This house is great. It has a walking path connecting much of the town that I like to walk on, just to see which paths I haven't gone across, making a gigantic tree graph in my mind. At this time, I'm 13, and loving every bit of it.

House 3: O RLY? Public School?

My Mom and I figured that since my grades slipped and fell down a cliff (or under a car), being in a forced society for my school work may make me feel more obligated to do school work. Since then, it's been pretty basic. I had some time adjusting, but overall, it was very simple. No need to really explain the 8th grade to you. However, one of my teachers figured I was to be treated as a mental retard due to my being home-schooled, and I still very much dislike her for that. As for how I am doing right now, more of the same of school. Go to school, do school, go home, do home-work, utilize free time. Sometimes I go to my friend Caleb's house to play the Wii a bit. Currently I'm a Freshman in High School, 9th grade. A's in both Science and Math, sometimes considered weird due to having bigger hair than any other Freshman. I've got friends, I've got good grades, everything is going great. Life can be boring, sure, but I still feel absolutely good inside.

So there you go.