I Am The Only Child Of My Mother

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

I was born in Craven Community Hospital in New Bern North Carolina on Thursday, May 23,1991. Craven Community Hospital is the only hospital in New Bern, both of my parents born in the same hospital. New Bern is a very small city in North Carolina many people have never heard of it, a lot of my family on both sides still live there. Like most cities in North Carolina, they are retirement cities, everything moves slow down there and there isn’t much for young people to do. Due to this, my parents moved from New Bern when I was about six months old, we moved to Maryland with my grandmother, my mom’s mother. We lived with her until my parents were able to get their own place. My grandmother loved that we had

I was born at seven-thirty in Manhattan, New York on October 14th, 2002 to seventeen-year-old, Samantha Souchet and eighteen-year-old, Luis Soto. They were kids having a kid. I was raised by many women on one block. Such as my two great-grandmothers, my grandmother, my mother and my three aunts. I was the only child in the house so I kind of grew up acting like a little adult, which I still kind of act like. You tend to learn a lot of things from living with a bunch of women your whole life. I always speak of all the lessons they taught me but I hardly ever speak of my father. My father is my hero and role model.

I was born on December 17, 2000, during one of the hardest snowstorms that Huntsville had in about a decade. I was born in Huntsville Hospital, and I have lived in Alabama my entire life. I’ve even grown up in the same home that my parents bought when they moved to Hampton Cove from Georgia. I am the youngest in my family of four. My father’s name is Joel Thomas Mayo, and he was born in Texas. My mother’s maiden name was Lisa Ann Lesage, and she was born in Louisiana. My brother’s name is David Thomas Mayo, he was born in California, and he is 23 years old. David is the sort of brother who controls me through fear and has it to where I listen to him the first time, even though I don’t do that for my parents.

17 year old kid, born in Bronx, NY raised in Santiago, DR and living in Lawrence, MA. Raised with both parents and two brothers, one older one younger. I was born in The Bronx a borough in New York, in a small hood called Allerton. I lived here for a couple months after my birth to then move to Dominican Republic. Both my parents were born in Dominican Republic, when i was moved to the Dominican Republic I lived in a city called Santiago in a neighborhood called Pekin which is also where my dad was born. Pekin was where i spent most of my childhood, raised with a lot of cousins like brothers, around this time my younger brother wasn’t born yet and my older brother was in the United States with my grandma due to him already being enrolled in a school here. I also spent a lot of time in a neighborhood called Los Ciruelitos which

I was born in slavery in Diamond, Missouri, during the Civil War. People don’t exactly know the year and the date of birth of me. The people that raise me and my brother, James, were Moses and Susan Carver. Susan Carver taught me and my brother to read and write because the local school didn’t enappect me and my brother to school. I escaped my parents house to go to school that was 10 miles away. I attended a series of schools before receiving my diploma at Minneapolis High School in Minneapolis, Kansas. After finishing high school, I was accepted

I used to feel uncomfortable and maybe even a little ashamed talking about myself and my family dynamics. I and use to be a cry baby and the middle child, but the year I turned ten years old, I was bump from middle child to the eldest daughter. I am one of four siblings, I have an older brother that lives in Houston, then it’s me, I have my only sister and my best friend that lives in Irving and then there is my kid brother, he was brought home August of 1988. My parents had left us home for two days. I didn’t have a clue why they were gone but when they finally came home, my dad was hold a 10 pound baby boy.

At first I had no idea why I hadn’t seen my dad in days and why I would have to take a long trip to Washington. After sometime my grandparents sat me down and informed me that my dad did something wrong and was going to jail. They also gave me the life-changing news that I was going to move in with them permanently and they were going to adopt me. After being adopted by my grandparents and taken from my father and home

I considered just simply taking the zero on this assignment and walking away. I do not enjoy talking about my childhood; my life growing up was very different than anyone else I knew. I am twenty-four year old woman; I am married to my best friend, Jeremiah and we have an eight month old son named John. Jeremiah and I have been together for eight years, but have not even been married for one whole year yet. I was born and raised in Cedar Rapids, Iowa where I met my husband in 2006. To Begin with my childhood though, I need to say that my family is very complicated; I will try to make everything clear and in chronological order. My mother and father were never married, yet they maintained a very unusual relationship up until my mother married my step-father Jim in 2003. My mother Tish, was married before she met my father, at which time she took her husband’s last name Gerlach. My mother had my oldest sister about nine years before I was thought of. My mother and father, Alan, had me in January of 1990. My mother refused to marry my father, when I asked why years later they both have different reasons for her saying no so I am still not sure the real reason. My Dad ended up starting a family of his own a year later with his new wife Cathy. I have three half-sisters; my oldest sister Kandis Gerlach is from my Moms first marriage, I have the same last name as Kandis and at the time

I was born in Tyler, TX. My family and I lived in several towns throughout East Texas as I was growing up. My father worked for the Cotton Belt Railroad employed as a welder. My mother held several types of jobs. She worked as a cook, nursery worker and several other occupations. The first place I remember living was in Greenville. Greenville was followed quickly by Lindale, Chapel Hill, Mt. Vernon, Commerce, Mesquite, Marshall and finally back to Lindale. Lindale was my favorite place and the place we settled for my high school years. I thought being there for 5 consecutive years was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Most kids couldn’t wait to graduate and get out of the small town of Lindale, but I was having the time of my life. I was soon to learn that living in Lindale was not the best thing that would ever happen to me. In 1986 my wife, Julie, moved to Lindale. I remember the first time I saw her. I thought, there is the girl I am going to marry. I graduated from Lindale High School in 1989. Following high school, Julie and got married and started our family. Our first child was born soon after. I attended Tyler Junior College and worked at Brookshires warehouse. When I began college I intended to pursue a degree in computer science. I later changed my degree plan to focus on a criminal justice degree. Working full time and attending college, along with a degree change, extended my time in junior college. I graduated from Tyler Junior

I was raised in a middle class environment with an unorthodox family. I have three siblings, all of us adopted. My brother is named Ethan and we are two years apart from each other. He is also a mix of so many different races that I cannot keep track of how many there are. After him, there are my sisters, Jackie and Josie. They are African-American twins who are five years younger than me. They are very sporty and athletic, while I try to avoid sports as much as I can. I have both a mother and a father, Robin and Paul Schlegel, who were both born and raised in Indiana. I was born in Sheboygan, Wisconsin and moved to a town called New Palestine, Indiana when I was only a few months old. New Palestine is an average-sized town where everyone knows

Everyone has a story of how great an astonishing their life has come to be like getting a chance to travel the world, getting awards being popular, or even helping out in the community. Well, to be honest, that's not me and this is my story. My name Rebecca Alexandra Gomez I arrived into this world on October 7, 1998 around 11:25 AM at the Humber River regional hospital in Toronto. I lived in Toronto for about three years of my life than from there I moved to Brampton. I was raised by my beautiful parents Lorena Gomez and Guillermo Gomez I have two older siblings Tatiana Gomez Who is currently 24 years old and my brother Christopher Gomez who is 22 years old growing up I can say that my childhood was a very special moment

My family is very diverse and comes from many different places. My maternal grandmother came to the United States from England when she was 18 and met my biological grandfather. They lived in Montana on Flathead Indian Reservation. This is where my mother was born and raised. When my mother was in high school, she met my

Five years later, God blessed them with the gift of a lovely daughter, my mommy, who they love unconditionally every day of their lives. Both Papa and Nanny had other children from a previous relationships, giving my mom two older siblings, a brother named Manuel and a sister named LaPuala. Since my mommy’s siblings are thirteen to fifteen years older than her, Nanny and Papa both told me that it was like my mom was the only child. Manuel lived with them but was gone a lot because he was a jack of all trades, just like Papa playing football, taking martial arts classes, and building anything his hands touched. LaPuala, on the other hand, lived with her mother in Texas. Nanny and Papa told me that they would take Manual and my mom camping every holiday and went to Vegas almost every weekend when my mom was little. One trip that they said they loved and wished I could have gone on was the trip to Canada. They took the camper and drove all the way up to Canada, swung back down to San Francisco, and crossed the state lines into Nevada to go to Las Vegas and Laughlin for a whole month. They also enjoyed going to church because my mom would also be called on to do presentation due to her exquisite reading skills.