Linda Alexander: My Hero

When growing up we have either wanted to be a superhero or live in a superhero would. And if you say you didn't you are either lying, have not imagination, or had a very sad sad childhood. However, the superhero in my life didn't wear those flashy costumes you think of. No she were ku attire and had a fake leg. Her name is Linda Alexander. If I were to be like anyone when I grow up it would be here. Here are three reasons why I look up to Linda.

Firstly, if you are to talk about anyone you need to know their story. And her story is one you do not want to miss. When Linda was growing up, she was your typical good girl. She had straight A's and never got in trouble. Well, at least that's what I wish I could describe her as. When Linda was growing up she was a trouble child. One day her principal decided to not let her go to the school

But I have my favorite memories of her. One was when I was 6 we decided to copy one of our favorite tv shows Gladiators. So we put metal folding chairs into a straight line and had two people run back and forth on the chairs. While they throw water balloons at us. Which was fine until my uncle who was a bit tipsy decided he would like to join in. Long story short we had a quick trip to the ER. The second memory of her is after her husband Wallie passed away, it was the first time I saw her cry. And being the softy I am I couldn't help but let a few tears slip. But the moment she saw me crying she started dancing, singing, and telling jokes. She said she was the only one allowed to cry that day. My most favourite memory of Linda was shortly after she had lost of leg. She was given antibiotics however, she became addicted to them. She ended up overdosing and becoming hospitalised. Normally, I do all the talking about the all struggles of being a teenagers, you know boy troubles and friend drama. But that night I let Linda do all the talking and we talked until the sun came