My parents decided

          to name me Ryan James 
          they decided on the 3 R’s Rick,Ricky, and then Ryan.
I was an underweight child
I was on the edge of not surviving ;
I’m not suppose to be here today, but I am.

Once they knew I was going to survive,
my parents expected me to be sweet as cotton candy.
But years later,
they got an attitude like Squidward.
I simply didn’t care
everybody was annoying
but,deep, deep, down there’s a little bit of sweet in my warm heart.

My parents expected me to be friendly as Barney
a nice innocent child,
who will grow up as a kind respectful young lad.
But, when I finally became old enough
My parents decided to tell me,
that they almost gave up hope.

They were afraid,
afraid, that I was not going to survive this battle.
I was worried,
worried like a lost puppy trying to find its way back home.
So many questions came across my mind :
Was I going to die?
Will this be my last day on earth?
I was scared.
But I fought back like Rocky bouncing back
From the greatest match of his life against Drago.

Since they knew I was underweight
my parents expected me to be skinny as a twig.
But I wasn’t.
I slowly made my way by eating all these unhealthy foods.
I ate brownies
Fried ice cream
And cheesy fries with bacon bits on them.
They were in my stomach digesting ;
slowly but surely,
I became fat as an elephant.

My parent’s favorite dessert, especially around
Thanksgiving time, is apple pie.
My parents expected me to be
the smell of a fresh, warm apple pie straight out of the oven.
“That is one good looking apple pie!”
My parents expected me to be one good looking apple pie