Descriptive Essay About My Family

My parents were set on girl names; if I was a girl, my name would be Lauren, after my Grandpa Loren. Thinking of a middle name became a little difficult. My mom’s mom name was MariLee, and my parents wanted to take something from her name. Finally making a decision, they chose to take the “Lee” out as my middle name. Naming a boy would be a little different; my parents wanted the name Dalton. The only reason behind that is because my mom liked the name; I beg to differ.

I wanna make sure that you like the name because it will be his name for a long time,” My mom exclaimed.

I was always a logical thinker, especially when it came time to choose a name for my daughter. I wanted my daughter to be able to stand out in a crowd, however not be too outrageous. Therefore, I wanted her name to be unique, but not too abstract. I also did not want my daughter to have a decrepit family name. I wanted her to be her own person, not to rely on someone else. I wanted her to be independent. It was a new century, between 1999 and 2000. I knew that this marked an era of my new life. Thus on new year's eve, me and my husband sat down for a wonderful family dinner with the mindset that we were going to pick a name that night. We browsed through the name book, looking for a name that met my criteria. My daughter was named Christine.

The people in my family are my dad, mom, mandie, and kassie. My sisters are very important to

Before I was born, my parents went to Bryce Canyon on a vacation. They decided that they really liked the name Bryce. And so, on September 3rd, 2002, Ryan and I were born in the Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. My parents had only wanted three kids, but they ended up with five. First, they had one kid, my sister Sierra, who is now 17 years old, and almost 18. Then my parents wanted another kid, and ended up with twins, my brother Nate and my other sister Autumn. My mom and dad decided that they could handle one more kid, but they got another set of twins, my brother Ryan and me. And so, Sierra, Autumn, Nate, Ryan, and I made up the 5 chaotic kids in the Brown family. My parents named me after Bryce

You walk into a humid gym. It reeks of chalk and feet. The music is playing and it seems like everyone is talking at once. You walk around the corner and parents are sitting in gray stands gossiping. You look straight ahead and see girls working out on different apparatuses. Coaches are explaining drills to some, and giving corrections to others. With so many people talking, you can't hear what the coaches are saying. You only see their lips moving as they talk to the kids. Girls are in suim suit looking uniforms. They all look different ages, ranging from 4-18 years old. The girls you watch do a skill, jump off the beam, then talk happily to their friends. They look like their focused when performing, but when their done they all laugh and talk at once. My friends and family use different traits to describe me depending on the atmosphere we're in.

This assignment covers a personally sensitive subject in my family, which is the dynamic, roles, and contributions of the family members. My family is, for a lack of better words, dysfunctional, toxic, and or chaotic. Of course, I did not realize this growing up, especially that it was all mainly due to the above subjects. I did not understand that not every family screams, fights, demeans, or condescends the way my family did until I started going over to other friends’ houses and getting to experience the vastly different dynamics. These past few years, most of my immediate family members and I have come to serious realizations about our family. It consists of my emotionally and mentally abusive, narcissistic, “main provider” father (Robert “Bubba”, 50 years old), my overly-coddling, superhero of a mother (Kelly, 49 years old), my combative, narcissistic, bold, unique older sister (Kayla, 24 years old), me, the overly emotional and sensitive, sarcastic, peacekeeping basketcase, (Abby, 20 years old), and two younger, misbehaving, shy, obnoxious, adorable twin sisters (Emma and Sarah, 11 years old.) My mom, dad, older sister, and younger sisters all live together in DeMotte, Indiana, and I live in a house in West Lafayette, Indiana, however, for the sake of this assignment, I will consider us all part of one household before I moved out on my own.

Every household does sleepovers a little differently than all the rest, varying in scale and frequency among a wide variety of traits. Around three years ago from the current date, my family made plans for my younger cousins to have a week-long sleepover over at my house. Inside my mind, I was musing, “This better not get too loud.” Each of my cousins had a tendency to get pretty noisy with very little reprieve in-between, and it got amazingly ear-splitting. Tyler, the youngest, was the king of noise as it turned out. He was very bouncy and rambunctious, and verbally fought with my brother literally every single visit.

I saw my neighbors through the window. Reluctantly i had agreed to hang out with them a few hours earlier, mostly because my mom forced me to. I popped in a ear bud, a song by my chemical romance corsed through my blood. I stepped out to the warm sun, the smell of freshly cut grass hit me, they were the feelings of summer.

When I first saw this sidewalk it reminded me of the town I moved here from, then looking closer at the details around it I realized that the image itself represents me and my family as a whole. I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, my family and I lived in a trailer park on a road called grapevine. It was just me, my older sister, my mother, and my father for about four years, then on halloween of 2006 my younger sister was born. Living in a small house with only two rooms and no other options, we had to put the crib in the closet of my mother’s room. Crime in West Virginia has always been bad. One night while we were all asleep someone shattered the window in the living room broke in and stole our xbox and television. Living in the trailer park with the baby proved to be more dangerous with people constantly moving in and out. People kept breaking in, someone even climbed in through the window of my room. We were all scared and my father was losing his mind with anger, he even punched a hole straight through the ceiling. Then we finally had enough of all the break ins, so we moved in with my grandmother down the road.

“Caio, Caio, Caio” Everyone says as I enter through the old crumbling door into the main room. The tomato and basil smells from the kitchen make their way to my nose. “Come va?” “Sembri proprio tuo padre!” Everyone is screaming to tell me something and then my grandmother screams “Okay, that’s enough!” Silence swept the room. Everyone was gathered around like they were ready for a ceremony. With red cheeks and sweat running down his face, my grandfather introduced everyone. Every person coming up and kissing me on each cheek. The small stuffy room smelled like pasta and only had one window for enough light to shine through to see the mustiness in the room. It was an only house with crosses up in every room. All of the family is Catholic and it showed immensely through their personalities. Everyone broke up and spread throughout the creaky old house.

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 that she gave them up to the ASPCA. I know she was trying to do what was best but, things like this always happen in the environment I grew up in.

Excite: “I want you to be better”, those are the words my brother told me after I told him I wanted to be like him. Despite those words being used in every movie it’s something that stuck with me. My brother has taught me so much over the years, he is the person I look up to the most, I’ve learned from his mistakes, and learn from his accomplishments, right or wrong, I’ve tried to be like him.

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.

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another