Autobiography Of A Family : My Life Of My Family

Every family has their fair share of stories to tell with each generation. My grandparents told my sister and me some interesting stories and my parents passed them on to my sister and I. Through all the experiences that they have shared with us, it felt as if we were with them and shared that moment together. With all the stories that ‘exist’ it was inevitable that there were a few stories that intrigued us or stuck with us wherever we go.

Everyone has a story. The goal of my life story is to inspire hope, and show the way God breathed into me. I was born in West Palm, Florida. At six months of pregnancy my mother was checked into St. Mary's hospital, and gave birth to three pound, two ounce baby. Despite the expectation of giving birth to a female baby, she gave birth to a baby boy. She intended to name her baby Victoria, after the baby's grandmother on his father’s side. Instead she came to the name Victor after realizing the baby's gender. So there I was, on July 1, 1997 at seven-thirty in the morning. The third child to be borne by my mother, I was the youngest of the family. I was blessed with two older brothers, Paul and Santos (Danny). My mother raised us in Clewiston,

I was the second child and daughter born to my mother in Elgin, Illinois in the year 1956. I had a sister who was seven years older who lived with us for a short period of time, but resided mostly with her father, my mother?s first husband. After having an affair with my biological father, my mother divorced the year I was born and moved to Barrington, Illinois. My biological father paid for my mother?s apartment and the hospital bills, then exited out of our lives. A short time later the man I knew growing up as my father, married my mother. I remember a stepbrother the same age as my sister, living with us during my early childhood years. I idolized my brother who had the nickname of ?Spike.? I don?t recall when he left our family, but I was told he didn?t get along with my mother and that he blamed her for the break up of his father?s first marriage. I felt he abandoned me, as I never heard from him again and my parents never explained why he had left until later in my adult years. In a span of nine years, three additional brothers were born into our family. I was five years old when the first of the three brothers were born. I didn?t have any lasting friendships because we moved frequently due to the numerous jobs my father had in his aviation career.

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

was born on January 18th 1999 in Chicago Illinois . The most morbid thing about my birth is I was told I didn’t cry after my arrival to the land of the living. I guess that set up my parents for the strange kid I would turn out to be.I spent my early years in illinois in a two story house with a big beautiful fence that wasn’t white believe. Just like most people my childhood is a blur overall.However I will say this I had a sad childhood not in the way that most people did.I was alone as a kid. By my own choice. I had friends at school but outside of school never talked to them. While other kids were playing outside I was in my second story room playing on my Game Cube. As a kid I thought that’s what you did but in reality I was a loner. The thing I remember the most

In terms of ancestry, I know very little about where I come from. On my father's side, much of my linage were African-American slaves. On my mother's side there little information to help me orient myself on a map other than being a mix of European which would include, Italian, Welsh, German, and Irish.

My world was torn apart when was only 10 when my parents got a divorce it was hard on my brothers and I especially my mom who was married to my father for 10 years she didn't know what it was like to be single but through the years our family went with many difficult trials. One of the recent ones was when my mom left 2 years ago for 4 months for boot camp and my brothers and I lived with our father which was difficult , living in a two bedroom apartment with to hyper boys and having to be the step in mom while your mom is at boot camp it affect me alot so it wasn't a surprise that I had after effects from it but I kept it hidden from my mother to not make her worry. But when I had to move in late October early November it was horrible I just started my Freshman year at South and I finally was getting used to all of it when suddenly I had to move with my two brothers, my mother, and my dog into a 3 bedroom apartment from our mobile house. When I started here at Central it was so different when I went South I had to figure out the layout of the school and the only people I knew were kids from my old church and not all of them like me so it was very difficult. Especially at home both my brothers had ADHD and later diagnosed with autism the youngest one at the time if he didn’t have his meds that if he didn’t get what he wants that he would go into a fit of rage it made it difficult on my mother and I . I have a history of having depression but it didn’t get to serious in the

I grew up in a house nestled in the mountains of Colorado, with a very unconventional family life. I was taught how to appreciate nature, and how to set up a tent, and how to downhill ski at the age of 4. I knew nothing about God, I had never even been to a church. I was always the kid who asked countless questions, and I remember asking my family if there was a God, I don’t think I ever got an answer. My childhood was also a lot messier than most kids, my parents split up when I was nine and when my mom was laid off of her job she started drinking a lot, and slowly fell into the arms of alcoholism. I remember nights when I would call my dad because my mom was so drunk that she passed out or was trying to drive somewhere. After some time I decided as an eleven year old that living with my mom wasn't safe, so I moved in full time with my dad, and cut off all contact with my mom. My dad felt so guily that my mom was hurting me so he went to court and fought hard for custody and after 6 months we won, it was truly the sweetest victory. It wasn’t until high school that my best friend invited me to youth group. I showed up and everyone started hugging me, and I was so confused as to why these people already loved me. After that night I knew there was something inside them that I needed. My sophomore year of high school I decided to go on a week long mission trip to Jamaica. That week completely changed my life, a friend of mine was washing my feet and at that moment jesus so

I’ve spent over half my life moving back to back from one state to another. I was born in Omaha, Nebraska, and after that my parents moved to Iowa, but my earliest memories are from the couple years we spent in Colorado. I remember going to Preschool at a school called Legacy Lion, I remember finding out I was going to have little brothers and how excited I was that they were twins. The day they came home was they day I got my lifelong best friends. I don’t remember the day we left nor do I remember much of the drive, but we ended up moving to Arizona.

In the month of May my mother had found out she was pregnant with a girl. She named me Laura Manzo. When my dad heard the news he was happy to have his first child to be born. My dad would work hard since he knew he had to take care of me and his wife. My mother would take care of herself and me so I would grow up nice and healthy. On January 9th 2002, at 2:02 in the morning I was born, in Fairfield California. I was taken home into a small apartment of two rooms, in Suisun, I lived with five uncles and my two parents. We had the smallest room, while my uncles shared the biggest room in the apartment, so when I was one years old I moved to an apartment of one room, and that's were my childhood began, I became friends with a girl named Alejandra. My mom and Alejandra's mom would hang out and made us have playdates. I am happy to call her my best friend. We grew up

It all started on December 6th, 2002. Nicholas Andrew Hulbert was born at 12:53AM at the St Providence Hospital. I was born into a world full of unknowns. “Let’s name him Nicholas, since today is Saint Nicholas day!”. My father yelped as my mother was holding me in the blue baby cloud blanket that I was wrapped in. Although I do not remember anything about my life before the age of 6, memories show that I had done a lot in that short span of my lifetime. When I was 3 my father Eric traveled a lot, he ran his business and had to go on a lot of business trips. My dad was a scrawny guy, but he definitely had a dad belly from all the beer and wine he drank. My mother was not the same as she is now. She definitely was a lot more healthy and fit. She went out with friends often and actually had a steady job. She had long brown luscious hair Occasionally, my mother would take off work and then we’d get to go with my father on his business trips. It wasn’t very often but those were the good days, when my parents were together happily without family drama or issues and maybe the fact that they were actually together. I wonder what it would be like now if they were still together. But aside from that, when I was 4 according to my parents I was silent, and I barely did anything. I was just your average baby with soft skin and a big ass.Then around the age of 5 I started talking again and was back to normal. Not much happened in the time that I was 5, just a regular life no fun

I didn't think life could get much tougher than living on a reservation until I got sick. In my family everyone works, we have to in order to survive.

While growing up with a sister usually lives in the same home in my case I lived with my mother and my sister lived with her father. I grew up in New York City, and my sister was in Miami two separate locations. The outcome would be, I joined the military and currently attending school for Occupational Therapy Assistant and my sister became a housewife and a Nurse after her separation. How we are raised in two separate locations and one parent a piece can grow up in two different ways. How we turned out is two members of society that paid taxes, both own a home, and live to raise our children.

I was born at Licking Memorial Hospital in Ohio on December 24 of 2002, the daughter of Aaron Davis and Natalie Pintz. Everyone was so excited! My Aunt Jennifer had passed away recently and I was like a saving grace for my family. I think my grandma was the one who needed me the most in that time and she still calls me her little angel to this day. The funny thing is that she was the one who cut my ambellical cord instead of my dad. She got so excited she hurriedly asked my dad if he wanted to cut my ambellical cord, but she didn’t wait for his answer before she said, “No? Okay!” and proceeded to cut the cord. When I grew up a little bit my mom and dad had split and my mom and I were living with ym grandma and grandpa so she could still go to work. I would be outside with my grandma all day and when we went back inside I could always con my grandpa into giving me a piece of candy, he’s a sucker for puppy dog eyes. Even though the rest of my day was more than satisfactory, I always looked forward to the time that my mom would come home. She would ask me how my day was and I was always happy to answer that and any other questions that she had.

I was born and raised into a hardworking family that are the complete opposite of culture alienators. My siblings and I are all first generation in America on my mom's side and second generation on my dad's side. Life was very hard for my parents to raise all seven of us and depended on my grandparents for most of their help. Being that my grandparents brought all nine of their kids to America from Belize it was also very hard for them so survive and find stability. Most families that come to America from a third world country usually find it very difficult to keep up family traditions and sometimes lose all contact. My family found a way to stay very close and keep the Belizean culture very alive still to this day. As you can tell by now