Descriptive Essay On My Childhood

As the United States slipped into the Great Depression in the early 1930s, President Hoover's most generous response was to lend government funds to__________________

Childhood is the most innocent stage and also the sweetest period of man’s life. They cheer our heart and make us forget distresses. So, often I look back to my childhood days and try to gather joy from their happy memories. I recall many things that give me joy even today and many others that fill my mind with pain. Yet the cherish memories of childhood linger on. My childhood memories are those of a sheltered and carefree life, cherished with love and affection. As I was the first child in the family, so everybody doted on me.

That evening in Washington, D.C. My head buried in my calloused hand The image of painting the magnificent rotunda of the Capitol blossoms in my head My splotchy cloth apron hanging down my front nimbly letting the wispy bristles of my brush tickle the thick swirling bursts of brash color in the rusty, clinging can meticulously bestowing life on the lifeless concrete every time the brush gracefully kisses the concrete Jaunty tunes of satisfaction waltz out of policemen’s mouths for after many hours of breaking through the barriers of droopy eyes, the ruthless rule breakers of the street are now gone.

Born in Rowlett, Texas as the first born to my parents, I was raised in the city of Mesquite until the birth of my only sibling, a little brother two and a half years younger than myself and always considered the "baby," even in the current day. After his birth, my family moved to the sluggish city of Rockwall in 2003. We were a small family in a large house, with both parents working and good babysitters that did not abuse or neglect us few and far between.

Growing up being the youngest sibling was already rough; growing up with two older brothers was much more exhausting. I am not saying that it was the worst thing imaginable, but needless to say, it was not the easiest thing. I was born in Mexico and moved to America when I was only around two years old. I moved here with my Mother, Father, and two older brothers. We had moved here because my parents wanted us to have a better future and a better education. I was a shy and introverted kid and am still very introverted. Throughout the years I have tried to become more outspoken and confident. I am a hard worker and I love learning new things. I hope that in the future I learn everything that I can about what I am passionate

Life, it’s a cruel, but funny thing. Life will throw you multiple obstacles just to get you to one point, message, or lesson. It’ll give you the most horrible situations, but give you an outcome of happiness and love. This is what I went through. I went through an obstacle in life that showed me that it’s not worth it to be harsh, cruel, or mean to your loved ones or piers. This obstacle showed me that we allow ourselves to let our emotions in the way of the truth and in the way of love. This obstacle shaped me to be the person I am today. Now listen to why I give these reasons. Why I say what I say. Listen to my story of how I came to be, through love, anger, frustrations, and death.

Childhood is being like drunk, everyone remembers what you did, except you. In the photo, I was probably four years old, sitting in the room with my grandfather, my two cousins and my elder brother whose face is covered with spidermen’s mask.

When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.

My earliest memory I remember as a child is around the age of two years old. My Mother would put me in the playpen but I refused to stay. I was able to climb out of it. I remembered my Mother’s face expression that let me know that I better not climb out of the playpen again. This was one of my earliest memories of her setting her boundaries. When I got older, my Mother told me about the situation. She needed to clean and/or cook so she had to put me in the playpen. At the age of two years old, I just wanted to explore and didn’t want to stay in the playpen. This set the tone between us moving forward.

We all have vital points in our lives that will make or break us and show us if we are willing to sink or swim. I would like to share my defining childhood memory where I was forced to become independent and make sure that I was able to survive and swim in life.

Some people reminisce the past, live in the present, and dream for the future. My childhood is something to look back at. Some things could have been better, but for the most part they were exceptionally good. I truly wish I continue to focus on the good parts of my childhood.The teenage years are what the majority of people say to run from, but I say that you can learn from all the mistakes you made, and will continue to make. Although, I’m still in this stage of my life, there are things I can already say that I will remember until the day I die. As for the prime of my life there are only expectations and dreams of what I will or who I will become. I do have high expectations for myself and goals I plan on accomplishing, I can say where I see myself, but I will never truly know.

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

I can start anywhere but let’s take it back to January 12th 1999, the day I was born. My mom told me the day she went in labor with me it was her and my step dad January 11th she started having contractions at around 12:45. She said she took it like a Queen because she was having a beautiful princess. At around eight o’clock the next morning January 12th she took a ride to St. Vincent. They admitted her put her in a room stripped her and prepped her to deliver me. I was delivered at 12:45 January 12, 1999. She knew right then & there she had the most beautiful little girl in the world. She then kissed me and held me for a long. Then came my real dad around 4:30 that after noon. She said it was one of the best moments of her life.

What do you think of when you think of home? Is it a place to sleep, a place to cry,or is it your hiding place. When most people think of home they think of it as just some place that they live at with their family, and or guardians.But when I think of home I think of it as my solid fortress,the only place where I am free to be 100% me.

On the morning of March 15, 2017, I woke up in complete denial to what was going to happen in the next 48 hours of my life. My childhood dream was finally going to come true. Like any other morning I got ready for school, by brushing out my long, silky brown hair that everyone is jealous of, getting a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt out of my closet, and making my lunch. Just as I walked out the door, I grabbed my old decaying Grand Valley State University sweatshirt. Once I got to school, I realized it wasn't a normal morning. I had to meet with my teachers to get a week's worth of homework.