Nine does not seem interesting to me. I had my first crush during the beginning of that year. A crush on a wonderfully good looking boy who remained that way until... well, I've looked him up on Facebook and he's still hot.
I entered Grade 4 with the shortest teacher ever. I outgrew her almost immediately. She was adorable. We had one guy who was an entire foot taller than her. I used to chase him around with perfume samples at recess until he almost cried.
That winter we made Santas out of old Reader's Digests. After everything I have ever done or made, it is one thing of which I remember every step. I could make those Santas in my sleep. Which is weird because I've never made it again.
This is essentially all I remember about being nine. Wow, I really hope my life improved after this.