About me?

I started keeping a diary when I was 11. I was afriad that if I were to die, there won't be anyone around who can say "I know her". I thought that by writing a diary, I could prevent myself from passing into oblivion. Such thoughts from a kid!So perhaps this page is another attempt to prevent myself from fading into oblivion.I came into this world in the middle of December, not long after midnight. My childhood was filled with much play in the days, and many strange dreams in the nights. I have vivid memories of those times, even of my dreams. How I could soar into the sky, how I could control my dreams too. Those were rather peculiar times, I suppose.I sit here now, staring at this screen attempting to write something about myself. Yet I am at lost on what there is to write. Am I a person defined by just a name, the schools I have been to, the subjects I studied, the exam scores I have, the sports I play? All of a sudden, the idea of writing a section on "myself" seems like such a difficult task. Simply because there is nothing I can think of that defines me. My name is not unique. So what is there about myself that makes me different from others? That makes "myself" as a subject worth writing about? Or worth your time reading about?Who am I? Really. Am I just a name? "What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet."Alas, I am clueless still. It seems stupid to be saying that I have no idea who I am. But I guess, thats the truth. Perhaps so, with many of us.