Descriptive Essay About My Family

times for my name, Catty. But also on the other hand people have told that they think it’s cool they have a friend named Catty! My parents were going to name me Josephina and personally I love that name. But, my grandma did not like it, so they stuck with Catherine (Catty)-- and that’s how my name came to be! As far as my name goes, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. I was named after my great grandmother, Catherine. Catherine means pure and clear. Although I don’t go by Catherine, same as my real name

they all laugh and talk at once. My friends and family use different traits to describe me depending on the atmosphere we're in. My family belives I am a conscientious, diligent, determined, hardworking person. My mom belives I'm conscientious because she knows I always want to do what is right. I do the right thing for the people around me, and the world we all live in. She also used diligent. She knows that if I am put to a job, I will finish it to the best of my abilities. I know that for me,

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. In my family, gatherings are anything but normal. Now, I do not know for sure, but I am going to go out on a limb and say that typical families have around ten to fifteen people

interests and love to play together. On the day we meet we both knew right away that we would be great friends. “Hello, I’m Izzy. You must be Emma.” I said when I saw Emma for the first time. “Yes. You must be Izzy.” Emma replied. There was something about her that sparked as soon as we meet. That day we spent laughing, playing games, and planning our big summer expedition. We both loved to explore so we decided to explore the back part of the village with all the trees. It was a little eerie but it

Growing up, I was always been recognized as the shy child. At family events, I would be too afraid to have a conversation with my own uncle, so instead I would hide by my parents and avoid communicating with anyone at all costs. My sister is the loud one, she has always been outgoing and I loved to utilize that as an excuse to not address or express my thoughts and opinions. My dad soon realized that I sincerely hated meeting new people, having conversations, and making friends. He would constantly

old me and my family moved from America to Europe. We wanted to start a new life away from the troubles we encountered in our town. We constantly had overdue bills, not enough food, or so little money we could barely get by. We didn’t know if we could live in this torture area much longer. We had plenty of euros. I think we had like 10,000 or something. We originally had family there who would send us the euros as gifts, then we became collectors. We all wanted to live in Paris, France. My Grandmama

My Cozy Home A home is a place where you have lived with your family for so long that it has, in a sense, become a part of you. It can be a structure, a neighborhood, a state or a country. In my case, when I think of home, I initially think of a building, my house. My home, however, is much more than just a house to me. It is also the place where I am always sure to find those I love most, my family. In a generation where there are so many broken homes, I am fortunate to live with and be raised

My first cats name was Justin Bieber. He was cream colored and fluffy and he had a sister named May-May. They were both pretty nice cats, I don’t remember them doing much. Then, my neighbor threatened to kill them if they kept sitting on his lawn chairs so that was the end of Justin and May-May. A majority of my childhood was pretty disappointing but not that disappointing.The household I grew up in was very secretive, for example my mom told me that my cats had just “left” rather than telling me

my family is a strange one to say the least, m ybrothers names is jacob hitt baldowski and he's a good brother, he can tell when im not in a good mood, he tries to get me into a better mood but it almost always leads to a fight where i end up getting hurt. my mother is honestly weird but i would have it no other way, her names is Tami lynn Baldowski, and yes i make it a point to know who or what i talk about, my mother has been by my side for a long time, through thick and thin, she is the one who

sat there, on the couch, watching movies with my family. Everytime there was a part I didn 't or couldn 't see, I would shove my head in my mother 's shirt, smelling her jasmine scented perfume until it gave me a headache. It was as if we were in our own family bubble, enjoying our time. Who knew anything could 've happened outside our bubble. Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of the floor creaking as someone moved. I exited my room and as I opened my door, an avalanche of delicious smells showered