I am Sam. I eat green eggs and ham. To most people, I look like the average quiet, tall, and skinny guy with blond hair, blue eyes, and large head. But I'm really a weird, hyper kid. I ride bikes, as in freestyle or bmx. I play paintball and am going to start a paintball team with my friends. I play guitar. Though I am not really good at it, I still love to play. I live in Old Stonington, Illinois. My last is pronounced like Vangeeson. I have noticed that everyone is weird in their own little ways, but doesn't it seem that being weird is normal now. So in fact, we all are normal and weird at the same time. I know I am talking in circles, but I'm just crazy.
Recently, I reached a milestone. I walked through the E.R. doors for the first time. I was injured, of course. Wait a minute. I am getting ahead of myself. Let start this properly. When my cousin and I were running outside, we spotted a pumpkin. Out of sure boyish charm or pure idiocy...aren't they the same? But we decided to smash the pumpkin. I ran to get two baseball bats. Actually, it was a baseball bat and a softball bat. So my cousin takes the first swing. He hits perfectly. I hit it next. He takes another swing, but he takes a golf swing. He is left-handed and I was standing to the right of him. I saw the bat coming before it hit me. It had hit near my eyebrow. As I ran inside, I left a nice little blood trail. Ten minutes, I was headed to hospital with gauze wrapped around my head. Out of this, I got eight stitches, a terrible headache, and a smashed pumpkin. I told my cousin I wouldn't have him arrested for battery.