Descriptive Essay About My Family

Growing up as a kid, the people I looked up to the most were my parents. As I got older I started to realize how much I started to influence my sister's and started becoming a role model to them. My family growing up hasn't been the greatest family or really even a normal one from what I think a family should actually be. ️

Soon i realized what had happened. In my mind it was like a wave of fear and terror. I thought my brother was gonna die. Then i remembered that my mom

Somewhere I heard someone talking. And some one crying. Another moan. My head hurt. I felt like I was going mad. I looked out the window of the car, but I could not see more than a few feet. I closed my eyes. I looked over and saw everyone I loved seriously injured. People saw us flip over, why is there no one here. I needed to get help. I found a pair of cracked sunglasses and I put them on. Saying goodbye to my friends I left the car. I heard crying, but from where. I looked up. It was night and there was a light at the top of the hill. Help had come. I was a rope descending from the rail seperating New Hampshire from Main. I grabbed the rope, and it stung like fire. In the back of my mind I heard someone yell. The light from the street was fading away.

One thing at a time. Are you ready?” God spoke a few words in a language I’d never heard before and then asked me, “How’s your head now?” I felt around with my free hand.

Did you know the name Keller is actually a german word for cellar or basement? Although the origin of the name is not usually common knowledge, the name Keller is a pretty big name in the Tongue River Valley where I have resided the past 4 years of my life. For generations, the Kellers have built houses, preached the gospel, raised children, and made lifelong friendships in this small town. Having this already established connection with the community and it’s residents is such a blessing, yet I’ve discovered that it can also have some faults. The past year, I have pushed myself to become more independent and socialize outside of the comfort zone that my family has established for me.

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.

Beaten, broken down, ramshackle, and vandalized. This is what you see now, an insignificant piece of architecture. I see a home my family spent more than 60 years in. It became my sanctuary. My father’s childhood home in San Luis Potosi, Mexico helped me embrace my Mexican culture because it was where I first tried authentic Mexican food, met my ethnic family, and saw so much change in my family’s life.

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

My second cousin is named Mariana. Mariana is fifth teen years old, she is short just like her brother, but in great shape. She has long dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes.

As I reached my feet everything was blurry I saw my friend at his knees in a praying position trying to regain his balance. With a cut on his left ear and blood dripping down his neck. I looked around I did not see my dad. My thoughts were terrible and horrifying I thought he was dead. I thought I had lost my dad.

As I open the door and enter into my house after a long day of school, I sit down on the couch, all the sudden I hear the door open again, my mom walks in and exclaims “pack your bags we’re going to Lake Winnipesaukee”. My extended family begins the journey up there as well. Everyone packs a bags into the car and we are off to spend the week up on the lake.

As I was on my way home from Prime Music Festival in Lansing, it was night, and I was so relieved to almost be home. When I had got home, I planned on having a cookie, shower and a lot of rest. The weekend had been the most fun I have had in the longest time and I was exhausted. When I got home my mom was still up and I had been excited to tell her about the concerts I had seen. Sydney and I had danced all night long and made our way to the front of the stages. Sydney is my best friend, she is very outgoing, loud and tall, my favorite spunky blonde. The festival had been wild, people all over were dressed crazy and doing crazy things, some of the artists even blasted money off the stages and onto the crowd…wild. I couldn’t believe it when

Family- a single word, with many different meanings. People have many ways of defining a family and what being a part of a family means to them. Families differ in terms of economic, cultural, social, and many other facets, but what every family has in common is that the people who call it a family are making clear that those people are important in some way to the person calling them his family.

In the background, I could hear pounding coming up the stairs, then the bedroom door swung open. It was my brother, he must of woken up in the chaos. My dad quickly turned to my brother as he stood staring at our mom. My brother acted quickly and picked up the phone and dialed 911. His voice faded into the background while he talked. I stood still in the same place I was before. My hands were clammy and wet, but my breathing had slowed.