I Am....

Me, me, me....
That's what this post is supposed to be about, I guess.
Alrighty, then. My name is Wings Stewart, I'm fifteen years old, I live in a place where tractors drive on the local roads and, if I can't see a mountain looming somewhere off in the distance, I am not anywhere near home.
I have ash brown hair that reaches down to a little below my shoulders, pale skin, and dull green eyes. I am--presently--5"3 (For those who have no idea what that means, that means that I am approximately 5 feet and 3 inches tall.)
My mother is Japanese, and--although his citizenship is American--my father is Welsh and French. I have the enormous but proud number of twelve siblings including myself...I'm the eighth child. Not the youngest, nor the oldest, so I've never had the luxury of being spoiled.
I am a tomboy, and I probably always will slightly be one. I don't think that is something I could ever completely grow out of.
I'm a Christian. I've grown up in a Christian denomination called "The Family International" all my life. Don't look it up. You'll probably find a bunch of trash about it. Needless to say, I'm proud of it, and I know this is what I want to be--a missionary.
Of course, there are always those dreams you dream in your spare time, like being a writer or an actress (Hey, who hasn't), but, overall, I want to be--I am--a missionary.
I love writing. It's my passion. Without writing, I would be breathing, I suppose...but not living. It means everything to me.
I am a girl. I am a Christian. I am a tomboy. I am a writer. I am a singer. I am a music-lover. I am a book-lover. I am a sister. I am a person. I am--I think :D?-- human.
I am me.