Descriptive Essay About My Childhood

The driver’s side was flat down on the road, while the passenger side was in the air. The truck had pieces that shattered off of it, as if it was all made of glass. My mom ran over to make sure my brothers were alive and could talk. My mom was yelling at my brothers to see if they were okay, and she got a response. They were okay, but David tried to open the passenger door, but it was stuck. I was screaming in fear, while my sister was holding me back from running to the truck. As I was screaming, worrying that they weren’t okay, a fire broke out underneath the truck. My dad yelled, “The trucks on fire!” My mom started to try and kick in the wind shield, while my dad took off his shirt and started to try and put the fire out. This made me frantic even more, causing me to fight against my sister, telling her to let me go. As Anna was holding me back, she contacted my sister a block away, telling her that my brothers got in a back accident. My brother Andrew decided that they had no choice but to try and do something. Do to the injury he got on his left arm, he had to try and get his seat belt off, and push past David to stand up. He stood up, and used all his force a managed to slam the passenger door open. Andrew helped get David out, and then he climbed out. As they turned back and saw the fire still on the truck, a few choice words were expressed, cuss word, cuss word, cuss

As we drove up, we saw our navy blue Subaru Legacy have the front just broken and the back of a 1974 Ford Ranger with a broken back light and some scratches. The Rangers forest green paint job looking spectacular, except for the area my sister hit it. My sister was over on the sidewalk looking sick and terrified. She was as pale as a paper. We asked a plethora of questions. My parents asked the kind senior man about his insurance information and the steps my family was going to do solve the issue. The man was kind and nice and was happy to help, but I was angry. After knowing that my sister was safe, I was angry that she was that unaware. The glass from her light and other objects filled the side of the road. I picked them up and noticed that there was a wire coming from a broken piece of glass. I told my father and he said to just leave it be, the

Two days before my senior year, I was involved in a car accident. I was in absolute shock; I couldn’t believe what just happened. A man turned into the wrong lane and hit us head on. I thought about what happened in total disbelief and realized I could have died due to the actions of a negligent driver. I jumped out of the passenger side of the car and screamed. After I calmed down, I asked myself what my name, address and phone number was to make sure I knew who and where I was. My mom got out of the car and I saw her arm covered in glass and blood. I then saw my sister in the backseat screaming and crying. It felt horrible witnessing them going through this traumatic experience.

1.1 – Explain the factors that need to be taken into account when assessing development

CRASH! It was as if a freight train had hit head on with me, the noise was deafening. Suddenly there were white airbags that had erupted all around me and I was slammed into the side of the truck. We had just been t-boned by an oncoming Toyota pick-up truck. I was faintly aware that our truck was still inching forward until it came to a stop. I looked around. We were next to the library.

A person’s life can be summed up within a sentence, their childhood just a word. Time has the interesting ability of warping. At the same time, it has the ability to take away sentiment from any event.

Initially; when I became aware of my surroundings, the driver of the other car was at my side asking if we were okay. My friend was screaming, her face was covered in blood. The rearview mirror was missing, windshield and driver side window shattered and

Dad, which I was totally overjoyed to see was okay, said we should go see the wreckage uptown. So, we got in the car, and saw the wreckage, some cars were flipped over, signs bent, signs gone, windows gone, she's gone, and a big cross that had been there for a while was

He underwent major back surgery which with a miracle it was a huge success and got him back on his feet. After a long recovery process from the surgery and still battling this illness we finally found out what was wrong. He is one of four people in the world to have a illness called perm disease. The best feeling in the world was when they came out and told me they have found the problem and that it was treatable. After sending his blood work all the way to London UK, they found it. It was a miracle. To look at him then I was bracing myself to say goodbye. Leaving him in the hopsital in a different city every night was tougher than imaginable. But, looking at him today it's like nothing happened he's back to normal. Through this process I talked to many doctors, nurses, family and friends.

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

That evening in Washington, D.C. My head buried in my calloused hand The image of painting the magnificent rotunda of the Capitol blossoms in my head My splotchy cloth apron hanging down my front nimbly letting the wispy bristles of my brush tickle the thick swirling bursts of brash color in the rusty, clinging can meticulously bestowing life on the lifeless concrete every time the brush gracefully kisses the concrete Jaunty tunes of satisfaction waltz out of policemen’s mouths for after many hours of breaking through the barriers of droopy eyes, the ruthless rule breakers of the street are now gone.

When I was in third grade, my sister and my dad went to drive up to our lake house in Pennsylvania on my dad’s motorcycle. They left early in the morning and they

The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning

When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.

“Reflect upon your own life from your earliest memories of childhood through the present day. Using the material you have learned in this class and your experiences with being a virtual parent, discuss 3 aspects of your development: social/emotional, cognitive, physical or your personality/temperament.”