Can you write a 5 sentence autobiography?

I am female, born at Walter Reed hospital in Washington, D.C.

Shortly after being born we moved to the suburbs of NYC, and then back to the suburbs of DC when I was 9, until I moved to Michigan for college where I got my degree in Marketing/Business.

After being very cold in MI I moved to Florida; I loved living in FL, lived there for about 15 years.

My career started in retail, management, buyer, and on the vendor side; then switched to real estate; and have worked part time as an executive assistant at times.

I now live in the suburbs of Memphis, TN.

In a time more recent than I let on, a girl was born to a father who believed her to belong to another, who chose to end his life less than 4 years later.

Now a grown woman, with my father’s handwriting, and strong features, I still yearn to know the man who chose not to get to know me.

I live in the UK, though I recently worked out that I have moved the equivalent of every 1.3 years, and I certainly identify with The Littlest Hobo theme tune.

I have had a lucky life on the whole, working in music for a living that has never felt like a job, and I have found that the harder I work, the luckier I get in life.

I long to be settled, and try too hard to achieve this, but you never know, one day…

I was peripatetic in childhood due to my father’s career as a military officer.

Therefore, I never really felt like I belonged anywhere and was sort of an observer of life.

It stood me well in my career as a technology consultant.

Now, I work as a free lance writer and editor from home.

I am happily married, and it may surprise you to learn that I am funny and have a great sense of humor.

Born during the year that the US first began using agent orange against the Vietcong and finished elementary school during the year of the “Summer of Love”. Balanced nerdy tenancies during middle and high school by learning to play the snot out of a guitar. Worked way through college playing in rock and roll bands in combination with various menial jobs. Graduated college with a degree in computer science and landed first “real” job doing kernel maintenance on a LInux variant operating system. Married the woman who stuck by me from the college years onward, fathered two wonderful kids, still gainfully employed (at least for the time being) making silicon do magic tricks, and looking forward to that happy day when I no longer work because I need the income.

I was born in Ontario and moved to Alberta as a young adult where I met “Mr. Right” and we shared our family years together.

This widow and grandma-in-waiting is peering at life through eyes eager for fresh purpose.

Paper and office-y things have been my hub but I am perky, fairly fit and restless for more action packed rural get-a-ways and enjoying spectacular nature.

If life is measured in great relationships then I have been truly rich and I look forward to establishing still more good friendships.

There is much to learn and I am never happier than when immersed in biography, good documentary or a meaningful chat.

My childhood was typical, Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons.

In the spring we’d make meat helmets.

When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty standard really.

At the age of twelve I received my first scribe.

At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.

My story is even more typical than @erichw1504: abandoned at birth in the Carpathians, I was brought up by wolves, only to be found by a sect of humans devoted to a God they call Arhtur, who promised them that when the aliens arrived, they would be the first to ascend to the mother ship. Using mind meld techniques, they taught me every science known to man in a matter of weeks; at the same time neglecting to teach me any form of morality. Escaping their compound, I made my way to New York City, where, within a year, I was richer than Bill Gates, and had received no less than five separate Nobel prizes—all, except for the Peace Prize, I’m afraid. Despite my material success, I felt something was missing, so I ran through a series of relationships with supermodels and all the female CEOs of the top Fortune 100 Companies. Alas, I was unable to meet anyone who reminded my of my one true love—the wolf who I call mother—and I rejected the world to live on a deserted island in an ocean to be named later, where I have been meditating for seven years straight.

@wundayatta That was pretty epic lol.

I was born in a greasy, unkept truck stop bathroom, where my mother unceremoniously plopped me out on the floor. Actually that isn’t true, I was born in France in a hospital, and my family moved to Canada when I was six. Grew up in poverty and went to bed late, and years later, things aren’t much different. I love horror movies, I’m single, I have a drinking problem and I like Vikings. Also, I wanna visit the Carpathians.

@Symbeline Think I should try to pitch it to some movie studio?

I was born in a cold, noisy smelly place.

My parents dressed very formally and looked amazingly like all the other parents in that place.

I was lucky enough to be sent to a cool place for coolege where I was taught to read and love books which started me on the road to my career as an icearian.

I found a partner who is on the cool side but very responsible and always took his turn catching the fish and sitting on the eggs.

I hatched two wonderful chicks who now live on faraway icebergs and I miss them very much.

@wundayatta You could call it…Wunday in the Carpathians…AT NIGHT.

So long as it’s not Wunday in the Kardashians, I’m good. At night.

Lul. I see wut j00 did thar!