proofreading.

It is a very old chair which is stood in the same spot since my dad bought it from a furniture store. If anything can give me more memeories, it must be that chair. My life has been attached to that chair. Ever since I was kid, my dream was to become a film director. It was in one saturday night. I sat in that chair that I lost my dream. I began to realize that I lacked something to become a director or screenwriter or producer sitting in that chair. It was terrible when I thought that I could not make it. The first kiss I got from a girl was sitting in that chair. I discovered what was love, passion, sex, like sitting in that chair. I commited myself to get more laid sitting in that chair. I remebered I was watching tv sitting in that chair. Then one of my hot temper girlfriends came to me and gave me a big slap. Then she pulled my body out of the chair and her long nails really hurted me. It was in that chair that I decided to go college and to spend four more years chasing girls at campus. It turned out a very good thing for me going to college. I thought I would just work for my dad at his auto shop to make a living. Away for college, I didnt sit in that chair anymore. My mom knew I was a sentimentlist type. She put it away somewhere until I came back home.