Descriptive Essay About My Life

There are so many great things about growing up. Like learning how to drive, being allowed to stay out late, or just being able to do things with your friends whenever you want. Something nobody ever tells you about growing up is that when it comes to friends, you either grow closer or grow apart.

It was eight am, a warm summer day, when I woke up as my alarm rang. Not even tired, I stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I stepped in the shower and turned it on, that the warm water ran down my skin and let me shiver. I washed my body and my hair, and ten minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself, while I thought, that today would be a wonderful day. So I brushed my teeth and put perfectly make-up on, before I went to the bedroom again. I grabbed some pants and a shirt and dressed me up. After that, I took my small, black hair brush and went through my thick, dark brown hair, that ends underneath my breasts.

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.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.

Today was hot. The sun’s rays wanted to cook me alive. I just knew it. Muscle and blood felt like the ingredients in a hot stew called my body. Sweat rolled down my arm and joined the other beads of the salty liquid. Why was the sun blazing? What did I ever do to you sun? Is it because I haven’t been out in so long to see you? I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping the sun would relent its harsh heat after seeing me leaning against the steps in misery. As if feeling sorry for me, a heavenly wind came across me. Even the clouds pitied me as they moved in front of the sun. I savored it. That brief relief of heat wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed much more.

Heat was pouring in through the window, which I had opened in the hope of cooling the room down. Summer was truly the worst season, bugs finding their way into my room and the heat constantly suffocating me. A cold shower wouldn't go amiss. A loud shriek infiltrated the room as my brother started fighting with my sister. I needed to leave. I left my house that day frustrated and bored. I came back silent. It was still light outside, the sky hadn't

My childhood was never something that seemed to be a typical boy’s childhood. I never watched sports as kid since the T.V. channel was dictated by my parents so all we watched were shows like Law & Order, CSI, and Fear Factor. I never learned about cars whatsoever and talking about girls always perplexed me. I never understood how someone could base their feelings about someone based off physical appearances, but that could just be because I was very pessimistic and was always very distant of people in general. Video games are something that I loved to play and was something I thought would be a normal guy thing. While I had played video games, they mainly consisted of Nintendo games which are generally much more docile than games than

There are three very important aspects that play a major rule in my life. They can be categorized as intellectual, social, and spiritual. My intellectual self is interesting because I am mainly right-brained which means that I tend to use my creativity more than my mathematical skills, also making me a visual learner. My social self consists of friends, family, and my surroundings. I spend most of my time at home with my family. Whenever I am with my friends, I observe their behaviors and listen to their opinions. I am more of an independent type of person. Being with different people has influenced me into appreciating different cultures and beliefs. I have learned things that have now been incorporated into my own set of beliefs and

Beep! Beep! Beep! Was the sound of my alarm going off this morning. It was a beautiful Saturday day today. I was so excited because my mom and my dad are taking the day off work to hang out with me. They feel that they don’t spend enough time with me, but they really always have enough time for me. I headed down the stairs to make breakfast for my parents and I. Whenever we are all together we usually have our warm, fluffy, cinnamony, frosted goodness for breakfast. My parents weren’t up yet so I thought that I would make breakfast for them this morning. I opened the cold, fridge to get the can of crescent roll cinnamon buns. My parents don’t really like to cook gourmet breakfasts much so these are always in our fridge. I cracked the container open and started putting the buns on the tray. I was about to put the cinnamon buns in the oven when all of a sudden i heard a sound upstairs almost like the sound of someone throwing up. I quickly put them in the oven and sprinted upstairs. When i made my way to my mom and dad's room, I found my mom walking out of the bathroom.

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

My childhood was stuffed with the juicy taste of fresh blueberries growing from the shrubby overgrown park fence. To the chirping robins early in the bright dawning sun as the big yellow monster interrupted their song. And the best, the fragranced breeze of sweet, lavender, trumpet shaped flowers blossoming from the Jacaranda tree. The tree where I met Kaylee, my quirky full of life neighbor and best friend since I could remember. That was until the summer of 2010.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

Every day, hundreds of people die, yet in the same day, hundreds of babies are born. It’s a scary thought, but eventually we will die. And what I do within the day I’m born and the day I die will define who and what I am, and I for one want to leave a positive impact in the world before I die. A big benefactor to what defines me, is vicissitude. Change happens every day, and everywhere, yet vicissitude is a rare, drastic change, and all things considered, my hobbies, future goals, and the places I’ve visited have piloted me to have a very impactful and successful future in my life.

When you think of someone who is a product of their environment, you may think of someone who steals because they may have grown up in poverty, or someone who abuses women because that 's what they grew up watching happen in their own home, or maybe even someone who was raised in a very strict home may have grown up to be a very straight laced individual. My story is a little different. My story goes deeper than how I act on the outside, my story is about the inner workings of my mind and how growing up the way I did has directly affected me as an adult person today.

I was walking home from school, on a bright, sunny day in late September when it happened. I hadn’t walked home from school in a long time. Today, I stayed late for a volleyball practice. I told my parents that I knew the way, that I could get home by myself. Unfortunately, I was wrong.