An autobiography of a Quiet Person

An autobiography of a Quiet Person

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  • Date Submitted: 10/13/2014 2:07 PM
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An autobiography of a Quiet Person



MY name is ------------, let me tell you a bit about myself, I was born
August 22th, 1994 in Abu Dhabi. Currently I live Old Ras Al Khaimah. I have

a small family. We are five members in all: my parents, my sister, my brother and I.

My brother is the elder one to me. He is twenty five years old. My brother and I were

going to the same university. We were going by car together. The university is

situated in Ajman city.

I have many good qualities, but three stand out as being my best: courage,

curiosity, and kind. I have three different activities I like is bicycling, camping and

jumping. I got interested in camping because, you get to see the natural environment,

and see the stars and eat fresh food. This is very fun. Also, because this is a group

activity. I also got interested in jumping because, it keeps you in shape, and its just

fun. I got interested in bicycling because, you get to travel around with it, and it keeps

you in shape.

There are a quite of people I admire, but the person I admire most is my

mother. My Mother is very pretty and she cares a lot about me, which is why I admire

her the most.



I have made up my mind to be a manager. My choice of this occupation did

not come suddenly.. I think that nowadays this profession is of great need and

importance to our country. It is my aim to be a qualified specialist and to serve the

interests of my country.

Throughout my life, I have had the opportunity to meet many people who have

helped mold me into the person I am today. But there’s one person who I know I

could not live without and therefore is the most important person in my life. This

person will do anything she can for me, gives me wonderful advice, and has taught

me a lot about life. She is my godmother. She has been apart of my life since I was

born,but I...

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