My Mom Won't Let Anyone Treat Me

I Started Acting When I Was Five Years Old. I Found It Randomly, Through Listening To My Brother Study Monologues. I Auditorally Started Memorizing Them For No Reason, And Started Repeating Them To Anyone Who Would Listen To Me. And Then, I Begged My Mom To Let Me Do Whatever That Meant Because I Couldn't Put Into Words Exactly What That Meant. It Just Meant Me Happy. And Then, When I Was 11 Years Old, I Realized What I Was Doing And I Looked To My Mom And Said, "can I Make This Something I Can Do For The Rest Of My Life?" She Was Like, "yeah, Sure, If You Want To." And I Was Like, "okay, Great! I Think I Might Want To Do This Forever."

I'm Only 13, So I Can't Say "life Experiences." So, Basically, I Had To... Act! I Had To Make Up Character That Is Very Old. I Guess That's Why They Call It Acting - You Do Draw From Some Stuff In Your Life, I Guess, But It's Not Real Life. You Have To Fake It.

I Have Learned Never To Judge Any Of The Characters That I Portay. Sometimes That Is Difficult To Do Because As A Human Being We Tend To Make Judgements When We Find Out Information About People And Situations. In Order To Bring A Character To Life, Though, I Find That I Cannot Judge Her Or I Won't Be True To Her.

My Mom Won't Let Anyone Treat Me Like A Little Princess.

I Hate When Things Are Sugar-coated. I'd Rather Have The Ugliest Truth Than The Best Lie.