I Am A Kid - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

In the poem “I am Just A Kid” ny Rob Kern. The author is showing how someone didn’t care about anything. The author shows how someone lost a family member. The author is able to show the path he traveled to come upon a life-changing moment. Throughout the poem Kern shows that there is a purpose in life, and life isn’t about video games. The author suggest that life is about being compassionate and making memories.

One day I came home from schooland my mom told me she was pregnant. I had so many different feelings. I was scared, nervous,excited, but most of all I was happy i was going to be a big sister. I was excited to help start planning everthing from the baby shower to the room. I wanted to pick out little outfits and shoes. I couldn't wait.

What justifies a human’s divine right in this world? How is it established within law then mandated by our government? These questions began to arise when the realities of our nations human’s rights applied only to the adult population. As we know our population is not only made up of adults but children as well. According to the 2015 Population Division U.S Census about 23% of the American population is under the age of eighteen (Kids Count, n.d). A mandatory revision of child’s rights became prominent leading to a web of challenges.

Long ago, I read a quote that stated, “To not have your sufferings recognized is an almost unbearable form of violence.” This quote describes exactly how my childhood went. To this day, I constantly relive every moment of it.

As a little kid I was so sneaky, that I really never got into trouble when I was kid. The only time I can recall playing a kicking game with one of my buddies. It was a on going thing we did in school, mainly just for fun. Not only did we kicked, but we was play fighting, or back then horse playing around, I know one day I kicked my friend in the crotch, I thought that was the end of

Both of my parents have very different childhoods. When my mom was fifteen, she left Laos to come to America. She was raised in a Buddhist family. My father grew up in Colorado and has lived here for most life. Both of his parents were Christian. Because both of my parents practiced two different religions, they decided to leave the idea of religion up to

Over the past eight weeks I have learned a lot about kids. I learned kids need lots of space to run around in, and they love crafts and getting their hands dirty. Some of my strengths with kids would be helping them when they needed it, and seeing if they need anything. One of my weaknesses would be not always paying attention to the kid you were by at that time. I learned kids are very active, and sometimes it is hard of them to adjust to a different environment. Some day’s kids would be happy, and the next day they might be upset.

“Hey Julia you look different!” Called some kid ,wearing an oh-so-geeky-smile, from across the bus. I didn't know what to say, did I really look that different? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, OH-MY-GOSH I saw Scott Hudson out of the corner of my eye, I tried to act casual but i'm not sure if he saw me. He had on a wrinkled red and black plaid shirt, dark jeans and a pair of new gray vans,he smelled of old spice and cedar , his hair was slightly gelled into a rough looking coiffure. I've had a crush on Scott since kindergarten, I wonder if he even remembers me , does he remember when we shared that pack of peanut butter crackers, does he think I'm pretty, does he even know my name.

I know I'm not an ordinary ten-year-old kid. I mean, sure, I do ordinary things. I eat ice cream. I ride my bike. I play ball.

When I was in the third grade I had a friend named Taylor; we were like sisters. We did everything together. Our mothers kept us together. But one day she told me they were moving. I didn’t believe her because she was always joking around. When I asked her mother about it, she told me that it was true. Me being a kid, I asked her if I could come with them. She laughed and said, ¨I don’t think your mother would let you leave.¨ She told me that they were moving to New York. I knew it was far, but I did not know how far exactly. So I said okay and went back to play. Taylor told me that she was going to be coming down every summer to be with her grandparents. So I wasn’t as sad. I went home and told my mom that I had lost my sister. She just looked at me. She had already talked to Taylor’s mom and agreed that I could go to New York for winter break. That made me happy. I went to school a few weeks later thinking I was going to see my sister, but I didn’t. She was getting ready to leave. My mother took me over

There I was 5 years old, sitting in the big tan paisley chair next to my parents bed, eating pretzels like they were running out. And watching mickey on the television. Out of nowhere my parents started verbally fighting. I look over at them in terror because I had never seen them fight about something before. As the conversation went on I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room filled with loud yelling. I got up out of the chair started walking toward the door on the other side of the room. My dad grabbed the silver lamp and threw it against the footboard of my parents bed. It shattered into a million pieces. My mom had started crying. I could not take all of the pain and sadness in the room. I dashed right out of there room all the way

Let's start off before your existence. Your mom and dad met on a small island off the lower west coast of Canada. Your mom Janice had spent her whole life on this island. Spent her whole life seeing the same couple hundred people and riding her bike along the coast of the ocean. She had an two older brothers and a younger one at the time, plus a sister. At twelve she would lose her youngest brother to a camping trip where his best friend would watch him pulled under the water by a current in the same space of water he was swimming in. He must wonder why it hadn't pulled him under as well. Fishermen found his body over a week later and your mom refused to attend the funeral. Her dad would soon become an alcoholic who missed birthdays and Christmas's

One day when I was about thirteen years old, I came home from school and both of my parents were sitting on the couch and they asked me if they could talk to me about something very important. Of course I said yes, well I had never in my life could have expected what was to come out of my dad's mouth. He said, “Mike, the love of my life, your beloved mother, is dying” and all I can remember is just grabbing the couch pillow and putting it to my head just crying and asking “God, where are you ? Why aren't you here?”. It was the most devastating day of my life, and still is. As I grew older, I found myself fading from God, Playing video games I would curse and my attitude around my parents changed from a respectable young man, to a mean and angry kid. By the time I was about sixteen years old, I found

I remained near the home for the next approximately 1.5 hours. Law enforcement continued to drive by the home at regular intervals as well. At one time, I contacted Alexandria and she refused to tell me where she is and stated that she would not “confirm or deny” where she was or where the children were. She stated that I would need to talk to their father and then arrange a visit. She failed to understand that I had concerns about the safety of the children and that I needed to see the children. Alexandria continually avoided my questions and was deliberately evasive regarding the safety of her children.