Descriptive Essay About My Childhood

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

As the United States slipped into the Great Depression in the early 1930s, President Hoover's most generous response was to lend government funds to__________________

I was born in Spain 1978, era of political transition. Few years earlier the country was under the rule of dictator regime, General Franco that ended with his death. The same year I was born, a new constitution was approved by democratic elected parliament that provided individual rights, also demolished death penalty and allowed divorce.

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

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.

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.

In the Buckingham chapter, we see how constructed childhood truly is. His arguments show that adults are defining what it means to be a child through mass media such as television, internet, books, and movies. These mediums create the idea of what childhood should be, reinforcing this adult ideology due to the fact that we rely on these as sources of knowledge. We can see through his string of evidence how “childhood”, or the idea of childhood that we have, are socially and culturally constructed. This allows us the opportunity to see how perhaps our own ideas of childhood have been shaped by the books, movies, and shows we watched.

Born in Rowlett, Texas as the first born to my parents, I was raised in the city of Mesquite until the birth of my only sibling, a little brother two and a half years younger than myself and always considered the "baby," even in the current day. After his birth, my family moved to the sluggish city of Rockwall in 2003. We were a small family in a large house, with both parents working and good babysitters that did not abuse or neglect us few and far between.

Decemeber 25th, 2016: A day filled with overly excited children and stressed out parents who are preparing for the events to come that day. After eagerly ripping through tons of wrapping paper that early morning, my family and I started our journey to the little town of Sobieski. The town may be extremely small and only have a population of less than two hundred people, but it is one of the most significant cities in my life. We soon arrived at my second home, my grandparent’s house, in the next half an hour.

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

I was sad that I would have to once again leave my new found friends and much to my disbelief, North Carolina felt like home. That August the cardboard boxes came back out from retirement and the yard sales began once again, and suddenly, I was ecstatic about moving back home. I wish I took that time to enjoy the last of my stay, yet I ended up fantasizing over the first cold weather I would get to experience in two years, causing me to miss out on all the fun things that the beginning of second grade would

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.

My earliest memory I remember as a child is around the age of two years old. My Mother would put me in the playpen but I refused to stay. I was able to climb out of it. I remembered my Mother’s face expression that let me know that I better not climb out of the playpen again. This was one of my earliest memories of her setting her boundaries. When I got older, my Mother told me about the situation. She needed to clean and/or cook so she had to put me in the playpen. At the age of two years old, I just wanted to explore and didn’t want to stay in the playpen. This set the tone between us moving forward.

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.