I was born in Copenhagen, Denmark. My mother is danish, and my father is half danish, half german.
I was raised in Denmark for the first 1 and a half year of my life, in a small flat in the mddle of Copenhagen. Then my parents moved to England, Milton Keynes, led by the dream of experiencing the world outside the small kingdom of Denmark. Here my littlesister was born.
It is actually quite rare for Danes to venture even as far as Copenhagen. I n the country where both my parents grew up, they live in tightnet farming comunitys, which are now slowly dieing out.
A year later we moved to Reading, were we lived for six years. Here i began my education at a small primary school, called Sonning Common.
When i was six, my parents moved to Ireland,Dublin where i was homeschooled, partly because of the fact that we could not talk irish. That was when i really began reading, reading works likes Tom McCaughren's Run with the Wind, and Anne from Green Gables.
At an age of eight, we moved back to Denmark, where my littlebrother was born, and i began reading works by Tamora Peirce, Brian Jaques, Philip Pullman, J.R.R.Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, J.K.Rowling and many other known authours. I learned danish very quickly, and when i was 12, i started at a wellknown Private School. I kept up reading.
When i was 13, I began reading works by Shakespeare, Jane Austin, and G.P.Taylor. I quickly became known in my class as, clever, but closed, creative, but an outsider. I was teased a lot, because i didn't speak danish very well. I drew a lot, and still do.
When i turned 14, i began writeing. I poured my soul into my writing, giveing my makebelieve carecters all my bottled up feelings. It became my getaway from reality.
I have just passed my danish exam with flying colours, and i am begginnig on an IB. (International Bachalourite.) And my baby sister has just turned 1. I am 15陆 years old.
I write novells, fiction, fantasy, whatever you like to call them, and a lot of poetry. I dance folk dancing, draw, sing, read, act, and swim.
I am not the teller of tales, I am the weaver of dreams!-can't remember!
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like. - Lemony Snicket
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