Why am I who I am?

I have always been a bit of an action hero. I don't really know why, I just do these little... things.

Me and my parents were talking about this last night.

When I was eight years old my dad took me Carribu hunting. This isn't so out there. I'm an Alaska girl so this is how things work. My dad was looking around and saw these carribu, he brought up his gun and I ducked and covered. Big boom, small ears, good reflexes. It all adds up.

When I hear a gun shot, I get down and then look to see where the people who are with me are.

My church rocks by the way. There's a group of young men who like to play with low powered explosives. And who doesn't? So they decided to make a small powered bomb.
Me and my friends were outside at the time, and they did take the proper precautions so that no small children were harmed by shrapnel. They were far enough away that we couldn't find them and we wouldn't get hurt, but we could hear them.

"BOOM!" The exposion hit me lightly in the chest (lighter than other explosions have, anyway) and I leapt off the swings. This is what passed in the matter of 2 seconds.

Mark looked at me and then began to shout commands at some of the older kids. My I was crouching like a tiger, thoughts passing rapid fire through my head. "Where are the little kids? Curtis, Clayton, they are... over there, Beckah and Seth are... over there, and Mark is... there, he's fine"

Then we heard it, the sound of manic laughter coming over the hill. It was Jesse. Never mind.

So I've always been a bit of an action hero in my own right.

Just, no one wants me.