Autobiography Of My Childhood

Physical expert Waehner explains the solution to the deprivation and the deterioration of the body through unsatisfactory work, and the solution to these substandard occurring. Waehner uses examples from “Too much too fast", to “Skipping warm ups.”

My parents and I drove to Orange County CA. to look for a home to rent. One of the city’s my mother noticed, was called Garden Grove. She spoke to my father, saying, “That sounds like an excellent place lets drive over there and check it out.” After arriving there, the city looked like something resembling a fairy tale; it was like its name “Garden Grove” there were strawberry fields, orange groves, and avocado orchards. My father located a newspaper stand, stopped and purchased a paper, my mother turned to homes for rent in the classified section, she began scanning the page for homes. When she discovered one, they thought they could afford she studied the map to find the best route, and we drove to the house.

I reminisce of the days when my mother made my siblings and I say this verse out loud every morning, “The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him”. My life has been filled with adversity. I grew up in a small village in Africa, where I was surrounded by poverty. I still can hear the little children crying out of hunger, school children walking miles to school with no shoes, little children sniffing glue or following strangers begging for money or food. I can remember the agony in their eyes. Growing up, I was very timid, intimidated (especially by those who grew up in big cities), lacked self-confidence and conscious of what the society thought of me.

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.

It is a pleasure to be able to attend one of your classes, UNIV 190, during the fall of 2015. First, to introduce myself, I am a freshman at Clarkson University named Ashanti Larisse Fleming. I was born to two African-American parents named Arthur Fleming and Kimberly Dowdell 17 years ago on December 22, 1997, in Hartford, Connecticut. I have spent the majority of my life living in Connecticut, and the experiences I have there is what influenced and shaped my personality, behavior, and other aspects of myself into what it is today.

I was running down the muddy street of Buffalo hearing some sneers and mothers telling their children to “look away from that black thing.” I’m somewhat used to the ignorance of others even after I came north. I expected there to be less sneering and cursing at me in the north, well in comparison, it is less than if I was in the south.

I was born on February 19, 1998. I wonder if my birth date has any significance. If I thought about my birth date when I was living in South Korea, I probably thought it was worthless. I forgot to mention, I was also born in the capital of South Korea known as Seoul. You might wonder why this looks like someone’s autobiography, but let me assure you that this is a testimony. Testimony is a personal confession where God has transformed my identity throughout my life and is also a public declaration that I have accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and savior.

How to start an autobiography? Should I reread my unused résumé? Or my memoir? Who I am to write two to three pages only talking about myself? And I don’t remember writing more than a sentence in any profile bio in social media. luckily, I learned something new about myself this year, and it will help me complete these pages. It is a part of my passion of reading, which is reading books about amazing people who helped to change the world or they did not. They are amazing because they came up with their own books. It is not necessary if those amazing people had a luxury life, it is necessary to learn their ideas and history to fulfill your part as human being in your community, family, and school, and do not repeat the same mistakes; I am Nawaf Talal Algrooni.

As a normal, white male, there aren’t any sappy stories I have to tell. Instead, I can tell you about the amazing things I have been able to experience and how they have shaped me as a person. I have been given the most incredible opportunities through my parents and my school systems growing up, and I hope that I can go and make the best of the things they have given me.

A kid with a stressful lifestyle, an amazing girlfriend, and a wonderful family is a bit familiar to others. I’m just an ordinary adult from a high crime rate city where all you hear is “gang gang” or gunshots. I am normal to those around me, and nothing makes me any different those beside me. WRONG! I am Carlos Moran, born and raised in Newark with an agenda. Not to be involved with any felonies that can cause me my life, but to take my family out of the poor and to somewhere I know I’ve made an impact on their life. Not only on their lives, but in Newark as well. I was always bright and intelligent because my purpose in life was to succeed and my family proud, and show to those critics that there are indeed very brilliant people in Newark.

Music is listened by every culture whether it be a from of a voice, instrument or a combination of both. Everywhere you go music can be heard, while driving you may have the radio on or when your in a mall the store might have relaxing songs playing while you conduct your daily business. Even while watching TV shows there is always background music playing.

Over the next ten years, I made many beloved friends and created very special memories; memories with my brothers, family, and friends. I enjoyed growing up in my small bungalow as it radiated with love and safety. The backyard was my playground and my world map that I had to explore. It was my place to host birthday parties, argue with my parents, and laugh with my family. That house was my sanctuary.

I was born into a family with two parents, and an older brother. My parents are immigrants from Nigeria. At the time of my birth, we still lived in urban Orange, NJ. I recall my grandmother coming to stay with us for a few years and regarding her as sort of the third parent in the household. Whenever my parents were working or had other obligations, my grandmother was there to substitute. I was comfortable with my world; I was unfamiliar with anything else. All too suddenly, everything was different.

Hello! To begin with, I am Lizbeth Arias, a sophomore in you first period English class. I am 15 years old, being the youngest of 4. I have 2 older sisters and an older brother. All three of my siblings are attending a university. Two of them are studying for their bachelor's degree and my oldest sister has begun her master's degree. In total we are a family of six, including my parents. Being a student athlete is important to me, for it allows me to be involved with my school. Participating in extracurricular activities while keeping my grades up is something I want to accomplish. Since I love sports, I decided to join every season.

Memories are all I have. Memories are what I can hold on to. My little boy, not being here anymore is the worst thing thus far that has happened. I wonder all the time, where he is, if he is happy, if he is in peace. We have not been the same after the accident, even though it has been five years.