Developmental Autobiography

When this year began (2015) my writing skills were in a scrabble to be at the level i knew they could achieve. TSi prep has brought me to a whole new level of writing and reading , by thrusting me into college literature and writing samples i feel more advanced in my academics.

My whole life I felt love, but never like the love I experienced three years when I walked in the Lawrence County Developmental Center. The LCDC is the special needs program for the student of East Lawrence and I was chosen to be an aide my sophomore year. Most of the kids could not speak, if they could speak they still had problems communicating. I felt like I had walked into a totally different world, and that made me want to spend every free moment in the LCDC. My three years with those kids taught me the most incredible lesson: your life is what you make it.

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

During the second trimester is when my mother Donna, found out that she was pregnant with me. One morning she got out of the bed doing her normal routine and went to use the restroom where she then passed out on the bathroom floor. My father Patrick, rushed her to Florida memorial hospital in Miami dade county. She said that she woke up and Dr. Joeseph walked into the room, and told her that she was dehydrated and not getting taking in enough iron. Dr. Joseph then proceeded to include, as he handed her an ultra sound picture that she was thirteen weeks pregnant with me. She was in shock, because she said that she always knew when she was pregnant from having two pregancies prior to me there was always a sign but this time it wasn't because she was still having a menstral cycle.

After the initial shock and awe of finding out I was pregnant after 10 years of struggling and wondering if I would ever have the baby I had been dreaming of for so long, I began to plan every detail of my birth. I found a midwife and birth center when I was 8 weeks pregnant. I hired a doula at 12 weeks. My birth plan was written and finalized at 24 weeks. Every detail was planned-I had even planned the song that would be playing when my son would make his appearance. I'm a recovering control freak.

I was born into a world of diversity, although not in the way that most people might think. My world is the world of medical disabilities. This may seem like a sad and scary world, but it’s a world full of amazing, unique people who have faced adversity. I was born with Caudal Regression syndrome, a congenital disorder in which there is an abnormal development in my spine. This disorder brings along many issues, including a solitary kidney, issues with the function of my colon and bladder, and deformation in the feet. Facing these issues meant I would spend a lot of time in the hospital. There I met magnificent people who changed my perspective on life, and pushed me towards positivity.

At the age of 4 or 5 we moved down the road from my grandmother, in a nice 2 bedroom brick house, one bath, where I am currently living now. It was only my mom, dad & I living there for about 10 years, then my mom ended up getting pregnant & had another child. It caused the house to become a little cramped up as my sister got older. More

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

My mom got me my very first dog when I was seven. As a seven year old you can only imagine my excitement, but I had to contain myself or my mom would get mad all I wanted to do was talk about my new puppy. Instead I bounced my leg and hummed the whole way there. Once I saw him I knew he was the one. I had a hard time finding the name for my new puppy, my brother, Jacob, was the one who suggested the name Kooter as a joke, but to his surprise I loved it and ever since his name changed from Baby to Kooter. There are times when Kooter gets on my nerves, but I try not to yell at him. I do this because I know my time is short with him and I don't want him to remember me as a mean and high stress owner. I've had Kooter for ten years that makes

When you ask a kid where they are from, they can usually give you a fairly simple response of the town and state they grew up in, but when I was asked this question, I had two answers instead of one. I had one home in Grand Island, Nebraska and another in Silver Creek, Nebraska. While Grand Island is the third largest city in our state, Silver Creek is among the smallest with a population of only about 400. I like to think that being a part of both of these very different communities has had a definite influence on the person I am today by offering me exposure to unique perspectives and experiences that I wouldn’t have had otherwise.

I came to Ridge Family Center for Learning in second grade. On top of being “the new kid” in school, I didn’t know anyone besides my neighbor. She had been going to this school since kindergarten and I ate lunch with her and her friends everyday. One day, as I ate my usual PB & J, she said “Are you excited for the musical?” Apparently it happens every year, yet I was not aware of this. Naturally, being a little kid, I was excited and screamed “Really? I love watching people perform!” My parents loved musicals and took me to see my fair share of them. She gave me a strange look and laughed. “You don’t get to watch. We’re performing on the stage, silly!” My jaw dropped. All I could think about was how scared I was. I was about to sing on stage in front of 200 parents.

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

My parents would describe infant me as adventurous,happy,full of energy. When I was younger I had a habit of crawling out of the crib and opening doors and my have tried to invite the mail man in a few times. When I was just learning to walk I would always open the front door when the mailman came or when my grandma thought I had ran away because I had opened multiple doors in the house and later found me playing in the backyard and later would by door knob locks to keep me from opening the doors, I believe I may have been 3 or 4 years old at the time. My favorite stuffed animal was this light brown monkey with a darker face, brown marble eyes that my mom had gotten me when she took me to the Toledo zoo when I was 4 years old I used to take

When growing up as a small child everyone remember where they grew up. They also remember what the town looks like, what to do, and where does everyone hangout at. I grew up in a small town in Southeastern Indiana called Greensburg. In this small town has some to do but not very much. Once someone visits Greensburg they will not forget the historical places and all the factories. When growing up here everyone knows everyone in some way. One thing I will never forget and remember for the rest of my life is where I grew up.

Hailey G. is a five-year-old girl. She is the second of three girls; her older sister is 13 and her younger sister is 3. She is half-Dominican and half Colombian. Her mother is from Colombia and her father is from the Dominican Republic. She has traveled to Colombia two times and went to the Dominican Republic for the first time in December 2016. When she learned she was going to D.R. she was very excited. She said that she had never been there and was so happy to go visit Abuelita. I reminded her that I used to live in D.R. before I moved here to the United States. When she came back from vacation, she brought my assistant, and I a souvenir. I really love the souvenir and it reminded me when I lived back home. Her paternal grandmother comes