My name is Carolyn Phillips. I’m the second daughter of the creator of this website, Michael Phillips. I have dreams, I repeat dreams, to become a famous author or singer/songwriter. My little inkling of hope started out as a seed. It has grown into a plant since then, but it has yet to blossom. It seems to be slowly withering and dying as I get a better grip on reality and realize that the chances of that happening are slim to none. I have about a .000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% chance of making my dreams come true. For some reason, I love neon, like highlighter, barely green mostly yellow green. And other neon colors. I paint sometimes, but it’s only a hobby, I don’t want it to become a profession. I have three, I repeat, three siblings. Two brothers and one sister. All. Older. Than. Me. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around that fact for 9, almost 10 years now. I have a half-brother, the oldest child, Thomas, who’s 20 almost 21 years old, a sister, second oldest, 15, almost 16 years old, Gloria. I also have yet another older brother, Daniel, who’s 14, going to be 15 in July. And then there’s me. I’m the youngest and I’m 9, going to be 10 in July. I’m in choir at my school and was selected to represent my school at the Young Voices Festival in April. I’m excited to be chosen for such an honor, but I’m still really nervous and worried I won’t know the music in time and not know my part and all that… aah! I just realized how soon that is. . I am now going to stress all night.

Another bit about me. My dad says I’m an optimist, but I disagree. I’m a bit of a pessimist. I am annoyed by something all the time. I can always find something wrong with a situation. I also enjoy listening to Taylor Swift music. Her country songs are pretty good. I bet you didn’t know she had country music until now. Her voice when she sang in her first album! I couldn’t even recognize her voice at first. Anyway, I don’t need to tell all about Taylor Swift now. I’m talking about me. I’m a sort of attention seeker. I’m the social butterfly of the family. Everyone else is extremely selectively social. I’m probably social because of it. I’m proud of it.