Childhood Narrative

I remember that day as if it were yesterday, the day I had to testify against my real father. There I was, so young and scared, all eyes were on me making me even more nervous than I already was. I just wanted to back down and run away, but I knew that was not the right thing to do. I had to be strong and face my fears because that is the only way things will get better. I made sure to keep in the back of my mind that this would be the biggest thing I would ever have to do. If I did, everything else would be like a little bump in the road, nothing I can't handle. This event was one that started my transition from childhood to adulthood.

The average kid goes to your average traditional school and learns as the average kid does. I look like your everyday average kid but I am not average. The average kid starts out in life meeting all the milestones, going to school, making friends, and moving on with their life in their average world. I, on the other hand, started out on day one not being average. I was born with a simple and common medical condition but because I was meeting all the milestones, like babies do, the doctor ignored my mom when she told them something was wrong. I was meeting all the milestones, except for one. I didn’t start talking when I was supposed to start talking. The doctor assured my mom repeatedly this was common in a fourth child because there were

Anais brought her daughter, Ana, to the Houston newborn photography studio today. These two had one of my favorite sessions between parent and child. They were so connected and playful. They were like best friends who love each other's company.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

On Friday, March 4 around 2:15pm my friend Iris and I decided to drive around to look for a park with children interacting to start our observations. We visited around six parks that varied on their components and locations but had no luck of three children interacting with each other. Most of the them were empty and the few other ones had a few children interacting more with parents or by themselves than with other children. At this point we reasoned that children must be in school causing the parks to be empty.

It was a Saturday morning and I woke up earlier than usual. It was 8:00 and I normally wake up

My life as a child started when I was born on August 26,1999 in Macon GA but, Juliette was where I grew up, and where my heart belongs. (I wasn’t a planned baby). I was the youngest out of three kids my brother, then my sister. I was an early baby so my Parents still didn’t have a name picked out for me. They decided on Makenna from God knows where but my middle name came from my mom’s best friend Leigh.

The girl who I’d grown up with since preschool had a small tremble in her hands and couldn’t write legibly. Being bullied at a young age and didn’t pick up a pencil for the rest of elementary school, took its toll. But she sung the loudest songs and kept you on the edge of your seat with the passion that flowed from her vocal chords. She could talk for hours on end and listen just as well. She did all her work vocally and may have gotten the best grade in the class. Never giving excuses and always taking the hard route, and continued humming along the way.

As I approached the door, the loud sound of tears from behind the door grew onto me. I tried to reach for the door, but hesitance and uncertainty began to run through my body. For a moment, I stopped and took a deep breath that echoed into the dark, silent hall to prepare myself for what may lay behind the door. I waited. I slowly turned the knob and the door was now free. There lay my mother with her eyes slammed shut and the innocent, pure smirk that had always rested across her face before she passed away. A year later, I heard my name being screeched through the walls of my bedroom. My heart sank a million miles into my stomach, and I tried to pretend I didn’t hear my name being called. A few seconds later, my name was being squealed again

Just as the elevator door started to close, several young girls wearing black leotards and sporting bright pink jackets jumped in. The bedazzled dance logo on the back of their jackets with the emblazed word Middletown Dance caught our attention. Before we could ask them a question, the elevator had reached the ground floor.

Children oftentimes misinterpret things or misunderstand instructions. They usually have their out unique, and inaccurate, interpretation of things. When I was a child, I too, would misinterpret or misunderstand things. I had many comical misinterpretations as a child. One of these misinterpretations was when I misinterpreted the label on a shampoo bottle.

One day I came home from schooland my mom told me she was pregnant. I had so many different feelings. I was scared, nervous,excited, but most of all I was happy i was going to be a big sister. I was excited to help start planning everthing from the baby shower to the room. I wanted to pick out little outfits and shoes. I couldn't wait.

I shut my eyes and put one foot in the pool and then the other and stood there like a complete idiot. Ive seen 4 year olds do this all the time. Ive been 18 for a couple of weeks now and still have so many childish moments and qualities. The water was colder than I thought it would be. “The slower you get in the colder each moment would feel”, my friend said trying to speed up the process and i was determined to get to the point of swimming. I shut my eyes again and walked all the way down the stairs of the pool. The water was up to my stomach and at this point i was shivering. People do this for fun? I didn’t see how it was possible to have fun in what appeared to be 0 degree water. My friends reassured me that if i were to get out it would

My parents and I drove to Orange County CA. to look for a home to rent. When we arrived there one of the city’s my mother saw while scanning the street map was named Garden Grove, she spoke to my father and said: “That sounds like an excellent place lets go there and have a look.” When arrived there, it was nice, it was like its name “Garden Grove” there were strawberry fields, orange groves, and avocado orchards. My father saw a newspaper stand, stopped and purchased a paper my mother turned to homes for rent in the classified section she then began scanning the page for homes. When she saw one, they thought they could afford she looked it up on the map, found the best route, and we drove to the house.

I remember coming home from my preschool as a little shy 3 year old. The day prior, I had painted what I thought was a masterpiece which was a large green dinosaur. I was so eager, I couldn’t wait to show my mom what I had made. Right when I opened the front door, before I could run off to hug my mom, I heard my sisters giggling. Completely ignoring my painting, I tossed it onto the ground and ran up the stairs as fast as my little legs could carry me to where my sisters were. Out of breath, I saw my sisters were crowding around a tiny, colorful box. Before I could even move, I started screaming out of joy.