Growing Up As A Child

Growing up as a Latino child, I never realized the segregation within my community in the city of Baldwin Park. I attended public schools with students that came from the same background and struggles as my own. It made sense living in an area with similar Latino families because I thought that was the way things were supposed to be. Even today in America. communities are segregated and made up of people with similar backgrounds. I never questioned why we were not surrounded by people that were African

When a child is growing up, it is up to the caregivers to make sure that the environment that the child is raised in, is safe and secure, is very important, especially when it comes to attachments. There are four different types of attachment patterns: secure, insecure-avoidant, insecure-ambivalent and disorganized/disoriented. When a child feels secure or insecure in their relationships, the effects are everlasting. They have the potential of impacting how they will parent their own children in

Growing up as a kid, I was quite the troublemaker. I would act out inappropriately at unfitting times, which frequently led to consequences. It did not matter whether I was in public or at home; I would continue to act the same. It ranged from using offensive words and physically hurting others, to being inconsiderate. I was a naïve child who was oblivious to the real world, and acted on a whim without the thought of the consequences for my actions. One may describe this behavior as simply what makes

There comes a time in most of our lives where we have to find out things the hard way. Growing up as a child, I have always tried things. My mom would tell me several times not to do something, but I have always done the opposite and did things my way. My mom would always tell me, “Girl your head is hard as a rock”, “You are going to learn the hard way.” However, I did listen to her, but I did not care to do as she said. There was a car accident involving two of my friends. One of my friends has

Becoming a Nurse As a child growing up, I often felt like a gypsy because my mother moved just about every year. I have attended over ten public schools from the first grade through the twelfth grade. I was born in Baltimore, Maryland at City Hospital, which is now known as Johns Hopkins Bayview Medical Center. I am the oldest of two children and I was raised by my mother; my father was absent from my life. Later, my mother told me that he was an alcoholic and my child support was $25 a week

Growing up as an obese child wasn’t something that was easy for me. Anything I did, people always related it to either food or laziness. My classmates in high school had names for me that always hurt my feelings. Going to beaches or public pools wasn’t very pleasing to me as it was to other people, I was always that one awkward person who would jump in the water with full clothes. I was very conscious about my body and worried about what other people thought about me. Whenever it was time to shop

While growing up as the youngest child I depended on my parents and siblings for just about everything. I would always seek for help rather than doing things by myself. I had my father drop me off at school, which was literally a five-minute walk. I would even ask someone to fetch me water because I would be busy playing video games. My brothers assisted me in doing homework because I wanted homework done as soon as possible so I can go play. I would get angry if no one was around because I wouldn’t

Growing up as the middle child, having an older sister and younger brother, one would think that being in the middle, one might gradually gravitate to the older sibling, because of the older sibling being the same sex as you are, such as playing with dolls, dressing up the dolls or simply playing dress up with each other; however, that was not the case. I admired my sisters admirations of wanting to have a close relationship with me, the mere dream of having someone to dress up, to braid each-others

Keitel.Session1.Journal Growing up as a military child and living all over the world, I was afforded many experiences that most people dream they could have. Being a military child and now a military spouse these experiences have influenced my world view and perspective on how I approach situations. My father is a retired US Air Force Security Forces member and at times part of his job was to do law enforcement. My father would educate me on military law and gave real life examples of the consequences

Jaidin Couchman Growing up I was an only child, but I remember always wishing that I had an older sibling or was born a twin or that maybe someday I would be a big sister myself. My Aunt Sherry lived close by while my cousin Morgan, who is eight months older than I, and myself grew up and we were extremely close;, she still feels more like my younger but older sister to this day. When we were five and six years old my Aunt Sherry had fraternal twins, a girl and a boy, Macey and Collin. Now I felt