When I reflect on my life from birth to the age of five, I have very different memories and experiences than most. I would say almost all of the students in this class reflect upon a happy childhood, which wasn’t the case for me. My mother was an alcoholic and my father was an alcoholic and drug user. I am very glad that I don’t remember everything that happened, but I do remember some pretty key moments in my life. The first thing that I remember was my brother and I being left unattended for a majority of the first five years. Since both of my parents were addicts and had “needs” often times they would not come home for periods of time. I was left to attend to my brother who is two years younger than me. Aside from being left alone, my mother was also abusive. I remember one Christmas I had opened a present early and hid it. When I refused to tell my mother where it was she beat me and threw me against the bed where I hit the frame. This wasn’t the only time I can remember my mother getting violent with me, just one of the worst. My younger brother started to take on the same tendencies that were exhibited by my mother. One afternoon my mother forced me to take a nap with her. She had her arm around me so I couldn’t leave. My brother and I were bickering and he ended up throwing a knife at me. It hit me in the head and I had to go to the emergency room and get stitches right above my eye. I often wonder how my brother and I survived. My parents were reported to
Projeto Tamar was an incredible life time moment, getting to do extraordinary things you don't do everyday like going zip lining, seeing turtles and most of all going on a trip with your friends and schoolmates without your parents.
One hot and sunny day my parents, little brother, and I wanted to get out of the house. So we decided to got to the park and play on the playground. It was so hot outside that we were sweating just from standing but it was a great day. Not only was it was a great day but it was also a great day because it was the day I was going to ask my parents if we could get a dog. I was so excited to ask that I was getting goosebumps. I began to walk towards my parents and when I reached them I asked the question.” Can we get a dog please?” Both my mama and dad looked at each other and said one day we will be able to. It wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no, so I knew that there was a chance that I could get one.
My family and I, went for leisure to New York for a period of 5 days, in July of 2016. I had never been in New York before, but the day we arrived, on a warm afternoon, I found it beautiful, fulfilling and diverse. I had never seen a place so unique as this one before.
1.1 – Explain the factors that need to be taken into account when assessing development
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__________________
It was the beginning of a new day, I was out in the streets and I begged for food, it was harsh for me. I felt very sad but didn’t know why I was sad. That morning I was sick and didn 't feel as good. I had ragged clothes one with no underwear. I just had a shirt on and it had couple holes on it. I didn 't know what to think in that moment but all I thought was when am I getting food. I was scrawny, and dirty. Last night had been a horrible night, like every night, we barely got any money that night, we only got a few cents. If we were lucky we would get five dollars and my mom had enough to buy my siblings and I food. My mom tried to get money and did everything to get food. That morning we ate from the garbage and got leftover food
When I was seven years old I made a huge discovery about science. I realized that everything that surrounds me; the tree in my yard, the house that I live in, and the chair that I am sitting in right now are made of the same exact materials that I am made of! I made this discovery whilst I was discussing science with my dad. Earlier that day, at school we had been talking about molecules and how they were made of atoms. My dad often likes to extend my understanding of subjects which I study at school, which is what he was doing that day. Since we had discussed atoms and molecules in school my dad had decided to go a little further with me, and talk about what atoms were made of. This led us to the subject of protons, neutrons and electrons. Over the course of the next few days he taught me the basics of what I have now come
Growing up, my curiosity has always been fixated on how things around me work. While walking to school one day in third grade, a plane flew by and triggered me to wonder why don’t airplanes fall. Could there be a supersized car engine…. But it would be so heavy… And then I tripped over my own shoe and fell into the school pond. This became my mother’s favorite story to tell, but also the beginning of my quest to understanding how the world around me function. My love for math and science eventually carved a path to pre-medicine. Although the biological and chemical aspect of science is intriguing, I was dying to understand what makes the world tick as a whole.
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
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.
It was a hot day in Borrego Springs. My Dad, my best friend Sean Maloney and I were going on a long ride around Borrego Springs. We got geared up and I was excited to ride my new bike it was a blue and white Yamaha TTR250. My dad came home one day with a new bike a couple of days before the trip, then we went on a ride.
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.
some tins on the top shelf. But they were so tall. "Why are the tins