Descriptive Essay About My Family

“Hmm, I think it was the freckles…” You teased as you took the hand that was with his and booped his light brown freckled nose with your finger, while also admiring the other tiny specks all over his chiselled face, “definitely the freckles.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but giggle. She liked the fact that he made her laugh from the moment they met. No one had ever been able to make her smile before. She sighed and looked down at her feet.

We all jumped in the car and headed to the beach. When we arrived, my jaw drooped down like weights were hanging on it. The lake looked like it was a ocean. Turns out most the lakes and rivers in New York are a lot bigger than the ones in Colorado. I stepped into the sand and it was seeping through my toes. I walked up to the water and carefully dipped my feet in to make sure it wasn't to cold, but out of surprise it was warm. I walked right into the water like someone would take a calming walk through the park. It was an amazing day, take out the fact that you had to walk a hundred million miles to get the water to be the height of your waist. It was like the people were ants out there in the water. We went to lunch after that but, I never looked took any time to look at the restaurant name. After all there was a lot more to see than words. We went home after lunch, but in my surprise they had a 4-wheeler. They asked if I knew how to drive one and I said “yes!” She asked if I wanted to drive it, I excitedly said yes again. She gave me the keys and I said “thank you” and took off running like I was an olympic champion. I dug the key into the ignition and drove off into the forest with no delay. I took the pathway back home, parked the 4-wheeler, then thanked her again and gave her the keys. Than we ate dinner the grown ups talked and when it got late we went to

Throughout my high school years, I tend to be a very hard worker. When given an assignment or project, I do not like to procrastinate and wait till the night before it is due to work on it. I like to be organized with my schedule and plan to work on assignments a few days before they’re due so I can double and triple check the work and turn it in with little to no errors. Sometimes I can be forgetful because I am human so I am forced to work on some assignments the night before, but I make sure the assignments I am given are completed. I am also known to be very picky on my likes and don’t likes so it’s harder for me to make decisions by myself compared to when I am around my peers. Needless to say, my family and friends are considered to be a big part of my life since I tend to be around them the most.

I consider myself very lucky based off the childhood I had, but, that doesn't mean everything was outstanding for me. I've had uncountable ups and downs, i've had friends that have come and gone, and school was definitely no ride for me. One thing I have had ever since I was a baby, is a one of a kind family, and I can guarantee you no one has one like this. My family is definitely not small in any means, one thing that makes this family so special is that we are not biologically related but related through putting our faith in Jesus Christ. We are one as a whole, but, the one thats had the major impact on me is our smaller family, and that small family would be none other than my church family.

My family migrated from Buffalo, New York to Dearborn, Michigan in 1993, one year before I was born. My father’s family lives in upstate New York, we visit often. My grandmother passed away before I was born, so I never got the chance to meet her. When we usually visit we would go see my grandfather, Kassem. We called Kassem gido, which is grandfather in Arabic. My father and I would stay at gido’s house when we would go to New York. We would stay the weekends during the school year, and about five days during the summer months.

Some worse than others, children are known to have their flaws. Making mistakes and learning are all a part of growing up, but for Jace, these mistakes came few and far between. The day Jace entered this world, our family knew he had been a blessing. Being the first “real” grandchild in the family, due to the fact my brother and I were just step grandchildren, belief had it that he would become spoiled; however, that concept was not grasped as quickly as expected. Many qualities including his compassion, willingness to help, and social ability provided the boy with the infectious smile the ability to shine light upon our lives.

Family, when you hear that word what do you think? Most people will think of their siblings or parents, but family is more than that. A family is the people that help you grow up, learn, live, and much more. Your family is filled with people that we love the most and they create memories that last a lifetime.

My family on the outside is definitely the kind of family people automatically have an assumption about at first glance, and I know exactly what those assumptions are, my family looks like the typical middle-class family you see every day. We’re white, average heights, looks, jobs, everything about us looks average. What people didn’t know about my family growing up and still don’t know is that my family is not necessarily average. I first noticed that my family was different when I was seven years old. My parents would argue every single day and I don’t know exactly what happened when I turned seven, but at that point in my life was like a realization moment for me, I realized that I didn’t know anyone else who had parents that would argue every day and night nonstop over nothing and everything.

Either “ Cooper no!” or “Cooper stop eating that!”, are two of the most common phrases said in my household. Cooper has successfully eaten half of a water bottle, a cow bone, pens, his own collar while it was on him, he’s chewed up socks, shirts, and tubes of mascara and much more. Cooper is a small black, Miniature Toy Poodle, that enjoys being an inconvenience too keeping things in their rightful spot. Cooper enjoys eating things that could kill him, and one day, it caught up to him.

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 try his best to force me to obtain more confidence with people by making me order my own food, encouraging me ask other people questions, and continuously try to push me out of my comfort zone. This continued up through middle school, I had only

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 by two parents, who still love each other. I have two older sisters, Sabreena and Trinity, and a dog, a poodle named Puffs. I live in a quaint, four bedroom house in a subdivision called Steeplechase in Avondale, Louisiana. My house is a place of safety and refuge. My neighborhood is full of friendly, familiar faces. I have been smiling, waiving and occasionally talking to these friends and acquaintances since we moved here when I was just two years old. Growing up in this environment has, I’m sure, contributed to certain character and personality traits, which have made me who I am today. I am ultimately a trusting individual, who is both friendly and hospitable.

My family is spontaneous, we have flown across country just because the tickets were cheap and sped up a mountain to see the stars, just because my sister was learning about the constellations. The most spontaneous thing my family has done was driving to Guatemala. I remember coming home one day from 5th grade, and my mom packing up the car. I was told that my bags were already packed but I should look around the house to see if there was anything I needed. I looked around, grabbed my sister’s blanket, and we were off. For 12 days were stopped and sightseeing everywhere we could. My sister wanted to stop by and see the Grand Canyon, I wanted to see Mexico. My mom would pick flowers everywhere we stopped and hang them on the mirror. I remember after about the 7th day in we had arrived to Guatemala, we got stopped by the police to search our car. My sister's teddy bear was in the trunk and it popped out when the man with the biggest gun opened it. We all laughed and they decided that a bunch of americans did not have anything dangerous in their car. We arrived in a city called Chimaltenango and came to our new home and neighborhood. I remember the dogs and the ladies with fresh peaches balancing on their heads. I remember watching children flipping tortillas on a stepstool at their stand to get some extra money. When we came to the new house, my sister said that the roofs were so flat, the houses so close together that we could jump from them. The house had two rooms, one bathroom and a kitchen. Even though it was a 380 square foot home, it was one of the best homes I’ve ever had. I didn’t even know that Guatemala was a county or how different a developing country was. Me and my family have experienced the wonders and differences between cultures and 1st world to 3rd world countries. While most people have clean water and vegetables. I remember my dad carrying the 10 gallons of water and my mom washing the vegetables in bleach. Me and my sister would go outside and wash dishes in the pila. A concrete tank where we would wash both our dishes and clothes. Me and my sister went to Meso Americano while my parents taught english. I loved my school, everyone was very kind and patient with my bad spanish. There was

My wife and I moved from chicago about two years ago after we got married and moves to Austin, Texas. We were in the country part of texas. We’ve been married for about two years now. I really love her she means everything to me, we are very close we do everything together. My wife and I rode our bikes every morning to get exercise or at least be active most of the time. One morning my wife couldn’t ride with me because she had an appointment, so I decided to ride by myself.

It is the first warm spring day. Today is my Grandfather's birthday. My Dad, my two older sisters, and I decide to go visit him. Mom Has work until five, as she usually does, so she will not be coming with us. My Grandparents live right down the street so we walk instead of taking the car. The whole family was there, such as: My Aunt, two Cousins, my Uncle, my Grandparents, and my family. The whole day was spent with laughter, cake, and outside activities. Sadly the day came to an end and my family walks back over to our house. My mom was home from work, and as soon as my dad walked into the house she said to him, “We need to talk”. What happened to my parents next was something I never expected. I will never forget the date, April 10,