This is the true story of Smitty Jergenmanjensen, son of Roje Jergenmanjensen, son of Zhone Jergenmanjensen. I write this story to inform future generations about the past, which is now gone... I was born in The Hospital of Women in the town of the Red Stick of the Land of Louis, in the year of the monkey.
Growing up, my father taught me the rich history of my family, the farmers and shopkeepers. We are a noble bloodline, friends of the earth and frugal with the money. As a young boy I was initiated into this great practice of farming, and took to it not. "Oy Ve!" my father exclaimed, "This one is not one of us!" But I knew I was meant for something great, something extraordinary.
I began to teach myself of the reading and writing at 5 years of life, and took to it as a fish to land, as they say...Since the reading and writing interested me not, I tried my hand at the language of the numbers...which I loved as much as jumping off the house and breaking my leg. I grew up, not truly understanding what I wanted to do to fulfill my destiny.
And then I found the arts of the martial things. These I liked. So I devoted myself to learning these and discovering the past of all things. I found how important it is to learn of the things of the past times, so as to be ready for the things which will happen sometime in the future part of time. I found that the school-place of learning was no fun, and held my interest not at all, but physical discipline and teaching of the past was what I enjoyed.
So this is where I leave you in my life. Yes, it is short...I will finish it sometime when I live a life of long years. Hopefully I will be able to fulfill the plans for the future, and continue doing what I like doing. Remember, Smitty Jergenmanjensen is number one!
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