Don't Drop The Soaps!

Well, another day, another dialysis treatment. All is well today. No major issues to report. I am going to weird some of you out with this post. When I was seventeen a week before school let out for the summer, I broke my collar bone. I was trying to be Evil Knievel on a ten-speed bike. I fought a shrub and the shrub won. Anyway, the doctors put a harness on me and I had to lay flat for several days. My parents loved me so much that they put a bed in the living room. I became a soap opera junkie. I watched daytime soaps and all the good stuff like L.A. Law, Dallas, and Knot's Landing. I find myself saddened in a creepy sort of way at the current demise of the daytime soaps. What is gonna happen to Bo and Hope? Will Allison Sweeney be destined to a life of chronicling the escapades of fat people on The Biggest Loser? "Why worry?" you ask. Because deep down, we all feel a connection with the soaps. How so? Well, our lives are one big soap opera. Twists, turns, drama, comedy, laughter and tears. Here's my story:

In 1966, my mother was rushed to General Hospital. When I was born, everyone said I was Bold and Beautiful. As a Young and Restless child, I began my Search for Tomorrow. After a a time in Paradise, All My Children decided it was time foe a nursing home in Santa Barbara where I spent The Days of Our Lives realizing I only had One Life To Live!

How does your script read?