Family Experience In My Life

My family hasn’t had the best luck with dogs. I am 14 years old and I have had 5 dogs in my life. There was Foxy who had a deathly seizure, Jazzy who died of old age and Jitters who passed after 4 months of having her. Things were hard. Now I have two 8 pound pals; a bouncy, bubbly bullet of a dog named Mimsy Moo and a dog-cat hybrid named Kevin Bacon. Kevin is always basking in the sun and taking naps while Mimsy is on the move whenever she can. Mimsy has been in our lives for about a year but we didn’t get her until we went through barrels of trouble. This is the story of how Mimsy Moo became a permanent member of the Kostal family.

It was a hot and humid afternoon as my family and I stepped out of the airplane and walked towards the immigration line. A reunion was planned a year in advance for my mother and father’s golden anniversary. Their wish was for the whole family to come together from different parts of the globe to celebrate for a few weeks. As we stood and waited at the long line to enter our homeland, I imagined how much it had changed since I last stepped foot back home. We came home in 1992. I already imagined the food I planned to eat, the places I planned to see, and the people I hadn’t seen for some time. It felt nostalgic. I felt a rush of excitement.

I belong to a family of seven, me being the second oldest. It can be extremely challenging to be an older and younger sibling, especially with so many things to do. My siblings and I have been through alot together. Even though we fight, they are my closest friends. One incident that brought us really close took place about four years ago in June.

Hello and thanks for allowing me the opportunity to provide a bit of insight on my experiences of growing up as the oldest of five children.

This experience has been emotionally demanding for me and a bit awkward. First off, immediate family speaking, we have an implicit norm of not offending people by criticism their actions but also, it’s weird to compliment people on their behaviour. We stick to “thank you”, “I appreciate what you did” and when there is a behaviour we find annoying we don’t say a word. As for my big family, in which I include my immediate family (mom and brother), my boyfriend and my local church, we are “allowed” to give compliment and to share emotions with one another. With this context being placed, it was easier to compliment my church sister C and my boyfriend because we had this pre-establish norm of “it’s acceptable to compliment and receive compliment and criticisms” but a bit harder to throw the first one at my mom.

I decided to do this over family because we all know at one point in time we have taken for granted the parents we have or the happy moments of family. Family is very important to me because I got experience so much because of them. My brother is a big part of my life, he helped me be the person I am. He coming into my life made it so I could see the world differently.

I woke up in a sweat breathing heavily as I had awoken from the worst dream my brain could possibly think of. When I sat up I thought it was oddly quiet in my house that rare with my family are family is loud and big I have two sisters and three brothers. When I got out of bed I realized that my twin brother younger by five minutes max was not in the room he is the twin who sleeps in after all. After I got dressed in my usual clothes black basketball shorts and my blue T-shirt that’s from my favorite vacation we have been on also my only vacation I’ve been in out of state and of course my black hoodie. When I went down stairs my siblings were waiting for me; Sophia, Mike, max, Annie, Caleb. When I looked at them they seemed scared, and I made a snarky remark that I regret saying now but I can’t go back and change what I said. After I said what I said my younger sister Annie started crying I was confused usually she runs to are parents telling them then I get sent to my room but this time was different she just sat there crying. My sister comforting her said their gone I was confused because are dogs were spots and rover were lying right there on the ground I looked at them weird then Mike said mom and dad they're gone we called them and no answer no note no nothing, then I said they probably went on a run or to grocery store or something like that. Then mike said no they left their phones why would they do that he said. Maybe dad got sick again you know he hasn’t been

For me, having a big family is a lifetime full of love, happiness, and struggles. One out of the three most magnificent moments of my life, my kids and I were playing at the park and that's when I experienced love at first sight with a man named Paul. He had three daughters with him that were instant friends with my two sons. This was the day where my family grew from three to seven. I remember the very certain day in January since it is going to be our first anniversary this upcoming year of 2018. After a break up with my kid's father, I thought I'd never find a man that would love my two kids and I. Every day, I asked my grandmother, who I called Nana, up in heaven if she could send a good man my way to love and cherish my kid's and I, and then one day my she answered my prayer. When my spouse and his daughters came into my life, they filled the hole that was missing from my heart when my Nana passed away and my life felt like I was back to normal. His daughters are the little girls I always had wanted because I tied my tubes after my second son was born so I am not able to have any more children. My family of seven started in 2012 with my firstborn son, Shane.

While growing up with a sister usually lives in the same home in my case I lived with my mother and my sister lived with her father. I grew up in New York City, and my sister was in Miami two separate locations. The outcome would be, I joined the military and currently attending school for Occupational Therapy Assistant and my sister became a housewife and a Nurse after her separation. How we are raised in two separate locations and one parent a piece can grow up in two different ways. How we turned out is two members of society that paid taxes, both own a home, and live to raise our children.

Growing up in Brooklyn, New York I had many friends from different cultural backgrounds, and the neighborhood I lived in was a melting pot of families from all over the globe. Among them Kimmie Chang, Gabby Martinez, Bella D'Amato, and Logan O'Neill. The air always smelt of delicious ethnic cuisines, and all of the languages were interesting to listen to. The best part was that each family had children close to my age so I was always experiencing a different lifestyle. Feeling so popular among the community, I was invited to dinner at all of my friend's houses at a certain time of the year. Fascinated by different dialect I found myself analyzing conversation at the dinner table, observing the way each family's lifestyle was so different than mine in every way. During my younger years, my brain was able to process a lot from my friends and their families that I could write a book.

Two months ago when my grandmother passed away, it was tough for my family. It felt odd, like we just lost something. It was hard to explain the feeling. My mom had it pretty rough and was going down hill. Then one day my dad decided to to get a dog. I was sceptical initially, but I agreed to it.

Some believe that you become like the 5 people you spend the most time with. I never really believed it until I started looking at who I really was, and who those who surround me are. I realized just how alike I was to my family members, and not because of how much we look alike, but because of how similar our beliefs and attitudes are. Each and every one of them has been like a teacher to me, and I can attribute my best, and worst qualities to them. My family members have been the mold that has shaped me into who I am today.

When I was around the age of seven years old, I had experienced one of the biggest life changing events in my entire family. What started as a small stomach ache in school had grown into a rock hard abdomen and immense pain in the course of two weeks. My parents finally noticed something was wrong when I refused to go to the bathroom or even eat and my face was turning very pale. A short visit to the emergency showed that I had developed a lymphangioma tumor in my abdomen. This occurred, according to the doctors, mainly in my small intestine but quickly grew out of control. At this point my parents and I were mortified as I was still a young child at the time. I was told by the emergency specialists that the only hospital with the equipment to treat me was located in Coral Terrace and it went by the name of Miami Children’s Hospital. This posed quite a perplexing problem because I lived in Port Saint Lucie at the time of this incident. One option that was brought up to my parents was an air lift from the rescue chopper but it was quickly dismissed as it was in need of repairs. I had passed out around this point still in the emergency room and the next thing I knew I had awoken inside of an ambulance with my mother sobbing and a paramedic tending to some machinery. The only thing that I could focus on was the unbearable pain that was in my abdomen and I was informed that I already had too much morphine in my system and I couldn’t have more or else it would have disastrous

From the time I was a young child through today, I have been part of a different family. A family that has similar qualities of love, understanding, growth and development, but also a family that instills leadership, resiliency, determination and giving back. This family is not just my primary family, it is my 4-H grown family. From my journey in 4-H and the teachings of this family, I have learned invaluable life lessons that have led to some of my most life- changing moments.

My entire family has had to come to the decision of whether or not to cut off a relationship, and I’ve watched my siblings do so in the past with people you would presume were their best friends. Over time I bound to face the same problem myself. Watching my siblings go through these hard to do decisions, and I know it sounds horrible but they gave me confidence. It gave me confidence that I too can make the decision if I have to and make the decision in the best way possible.