How To Write A Biography Of Cather Peterson

My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.

It was last year around christmas time. My mom was stressed out working overtime trying to pay for christmas gifts for everyone in the family and cooking meals. She basically overworked herself to the max. While she was at work the day before christmas, there had been a leak in her break room where she works. She had been complaining about it and she had asked someone to come in and fix, but they never did. She went on break and well she slipped and fell on the knee she had surgery on in January . She was in excruciating pain and the ambulance had to come and get her. She was out for 2 weeks but she wasn’t sent to therapy. She tried to go on her own and they would treat her but insurance would cover her injury because our primary care physician

I am nine years old, playing outside on a bright summer day with my cousins, Kassandra and Claudia. We are playing our favorite game, hide and seek. It is six o’clock in the afternoon. My father is in the backyard cooking meat on the grill, while my mother and grandmother are in the kitchen making rice and beans. The food smells excellent. After we all finish eating dinner, my cousins’ parents come to pick them up. The rest of my family stays up and watches scary movies.

Donald Springer was born to parents Dr. Nathaniel E. Springer and Celia Held Springer in the early spring of March 5th, 1922 in the city of Anniston, Alabama. He was the first child born to this growing family. He grew up in the city of Anniston for his formative years, attending the native public grammar and secondary schools. He graduated with Honors in 1939 from Anniston High School. After graduation he applied and was accepted into the University of Alabama (1). He was a member of several fraternities and organizations at the university including Zeta Beta Tau (A Jewish Fraternity), sophomore and freshman honor societies. In 1942 he was accepted at Ohio State University. It was during that year he applied for and was accepted into the Optometry

During that situation, I was terrified because I felt an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. At the time, my uncle had recently passed away from the same medical condition as my mother. That is why I continually thought how would my life be like without her. But when my mother and I arrived at the hospital, it felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. This is because throughout the situation, I noticed how the doctors and the staff focused on doing what was needed to help my mother. They

When my mom was eleven years old, she was in a fatal car crash with her sister and both of her parents. It ended with her and my aunt each having a smashed leg and my grandpa broke his arm, but the most heart-wrenching injury was my grandma’s broken

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

2. My name is Caroline, I am 18 years old. I work for the household of the head owner for the tobacco factory in Virginia. I work for the headmistress of the house. I clean around the house, run errands when she has any. My father and mother were also working in Virginia for the tobacco plantations. Once I was born, my older brother and sister were sold off to other owners of the rice plantation. My parents were also sent off to work in the rice plantations, so I was separated from my parents since I was young. I grew up in the central part of Virginia, while the husband of my headmistress went to go and check up on the farmers. My headmistress has two little boys and a younger little girl. I look

I’m just a girl from a small town called Dale, South Carolina. I grew up here most of my life but I’ve been back and forth to North Carolina. I currently live in Burton, South Carolina now still with my parents and other three siblings. As a child, I was troubled. I grew up as a preacher’s kid it runs in the family. I hardly missed a Sunday of church but that still didn’t stop me from acting up in school. I knew better then to act the way I did but I always had to prove myself to somebody. I was always named a bully because of my size even before somebody took the time to get to know me I guess that’s the life I chose. I live with both my mom and dad, plus my 3 siblings. I have 4 siblings total but I only see my other sister on my dad’s side

I am Skylair Caitlin Orr, I am 22 years old and am the daughter of Taunya and Marty Orr. I am lucky to say that my parents are still together rather than being divorced as so many parents are today. They had three children together, including myself. I am the middle child and I have two sisters. My older sister is 27 years old and works as a special education teacher at Mark Twain Elementary school. She is divorced and has two children: my niece who is eight years old and my nephew who is two years old. I spend a lot of my time with my niece and nephew. My younger sister is 15 years old and goes to school at Lafayette High School. My mom stayed at home and took care of the children while my dad worked hard to make sure we had everything we

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

I yelled for her to come quick scared out of my mind to the point of tears still trying to process everything. I will never forget the look my mom and brother gave me when they saw her. My mom immediately took her from me and told my brother to start the car. The neighbor who witnessed it came over to see the damage, he felt horrible and said he would pay the vet bill. At this point my brain finally processed everything that was going on and I broke down into tears. I cried and cried and just couldn’t stop. It had just happened on my watch and I had felt it was all my fault. If only I had done something slightly different. If only I hadn’t went on a walk. If only we were packing our bags to get ready for camping. If she died it could only be my fault. I truly thought I had lost my best friend. She had to have major surgery but she made it through. She came home and could barely stand for two weeks. Today, she is alive and well. Now we never go on a walk without mace and we carry her past the house where the dog

In 2007 I was four. I was in my last year of preschool with Mrs. Valentina in the starfish room. I was completely oblivious to the events transpiring in the world around me and couldn’t wait to start kindergarten. Meanwhile, my parents were fighting tooth and nail to keep their jobs. 3 out of every 5 people in my father’s division were fired. They worked all day and night to keep their jobs for our family. My family was new and our parents needed steady employment to send my brother and I to a good school. Luckily, my parents kept their jobs by the skin of their teeth. However, my life was forever changed.

My best friend Leah Nepomuceno is one of the strongest people I know, especially when it comes to family. Family to her is everything and she has done all she can to try and keep hers together as a whole. We were in sixth grade swinging on the swings outside at recess, whispering and giggling about our usual gossip when she received news from one of our teachers that we knew was serious by the look on her face and fear in her voice. She came up to us and told her she needed to go the office and that she was being dismissed, she gave me permission to walk with her inside. On the short but long felt walk inside Leah's heart was pounding, her hands were sweating, and her eyes were slowly filling with tears. Her mom was

My name is Kevin Williams, i’m 11 years old, and I go to Lake Ridge New Tech Middle School, I am also in the 6th grade. Me and my friends wrote this story about a girl named Emily, that had died in a school fire in 2004. Me and my friend Nic had thought to write about her for a story in Mrs.Walker's class for