I Had A Pretty Normal Childhood

The story of my history as a writer is a very long one. My writing has come full circle. I have changed very much throughout the years, both as I grew older and as I discovered more aspects of my own personality. The growth that I see when I look back is incredible, and it all seems to revolve around my emotions. I have always been a very emotional girl who feels things keenly. All of my truly memorable writing, looking back, has come from experiences that struck a chord with my developing self. This assignment has opened my eyes, despite my initial difficulty in writing it. When I was asked to write down my earliest memory of writing, at first I drew a blank. All of a sudden, it became very clear to me, probably because it had some

I was in high school the first time I had to write a narrative. I was a freshman. This was Ms. Bradley’s first time teaching at Union Christian Academy. On her first day, she gave us our syllabus and said, “I do not accept late work, especially on writing assignments.” We, literally, sat there stunned. My freshman class had it very easy during eighth grade year. We were not expecting this. As I looked through the syllabus, I saw that our first assignment was due in a week and it was a narrative. At this time, I did not even know what a narrative was. Ms. Bradley explained that a narrative was an account or story of events. It could be either true or false. Our narrative had to be true. It had to be a true account of something that happened to us over the summer. She wanted to gauge how are writing skills were. Our narrative had to be at least two to two and a half pages long. I chose to write my first ever narrative on my trip to Fort Worth, Texas. Once again, I was plagued with writer’s block. I had the story in my head, but everything I

The first 10 years of my life were relatively nonchalant but had interesting aspects in its own right. I lived with my half-brother (from my father's side), my sister, and parents. When I was young we moved into a pleasant community in a city called Coconut Creek. During my first few years of elementary school, my Mom and teachers noticed that there was something a little "off" about me. My

It began with a small town and a small house. Until about 12 years of age I lived an average kids childhood in Alfred, Maine. Everyone was kind, I had birthday parties, friends were always over, I loved sports, especially basketball. Most of all, I was comfortable. At the time, I never realized what, or how lucky I was.

My childhood was pretty fun, I would always go to dairy queen and hang out at the pool with my friends, so I think it was a pretty good childhood.

For this assignment we were asked to write a memoir about a significant event in our life. We were graded on our ability to create an engaging opening, write a powerful storyline with a complex self-awareness, and create a piece with a clear beginning, middle, and end. It was expected that we followed MLA format and at least two pages long. For my memoir I wrote about a time I injured myself. I think the main purpose of the assignment was to get us to think about how events in our life impacted who we are today. It was also meant to encourage us to analyze how we reacted to a certain situation and why we reacted in the way we did. Overall it was meant to help us analyze who we are as a person and better understand how we came to be that

My childhood was very hard. At the age of 17, I was an orphan. My mother was a writer and my father was a minister, author and professor of Latin, Greek and philosophy. My mother died and then, three years later, my father died. I went to live with my aunt. My brothers died and I was heartbroken.

My memoir is about me going through school and trying to get the best grades I could. It starts at Meadows Elementary school, 5th grade. I was averaging a 4.000. But I was struggling to keep it up. I've always wanted to have a great life ,to have everything I want, to give everything I want, and more. So if I want all those things I have to earn them. I've talked tom my mom about all this and she is very supportive. She has always been there for me and I needed her to stay with me know. So I wanted to keep a 4.000 all the way out through college. I got what I wanted through 5th grade, so know comes middle school. At this time I heard that middle school was really hard, and rough to get through, especially with those grades. I got to 6th grade, and through the first term. I had one B in math, I was mad but I thought to myself that I was going to get better throughout the school year. Trough the whole ear I dint have straight A's. I only had one B and it was it was advanced math. I really wanted straight A's so bad. So know comes 7th grade. I'm more mature, responsible. Everything I take home my parents help me with. I wanted to get though tis year with straight A's and this time I knew I could do it. I'm know in the 4th term and holding straight A's. Everything that I take home y I hope I can do it, just like Melba accomplished her

I grew up in New Orleans living with my mother and step father, visiting my father in Lafayette on the weekends. When I turned sixteen, my mother and my father reunited. They had another child which stressed their relationship. Ultimately they divorced again. I did not develop a close relationship with either of my brothers. One was athletic and gregarious, and

Growing up in Dallas, I had a pretty good childhood. I grew up as a outgoing child, always smiling and laughing. My early years were very laidback and took everything one step at a time. I remember not wanting to go to my preschool on the first day, I was really nervous and didn't want to leave my parents. I also did attend preschool at the time, and I remember my first friend. His name was Joseph. He was super cool and so nice and we stayed friends for a while. I also remember one of my first vacations, and it was to Mexico. I really enjoyed it and i miss visiting my family there, but sadly i haven't been recently and I miss my

Both of my parents worked blue-collar jobs, my father was a firefighter and my mother worked in a hospital cafeteria. Both of my parents were very loving and caring, but also respectable and not afraid to instill discipline when required. I was the middle child, my older brother is a half brother from my mom’s previous marriage and my younger brother was in his infancy and toddler stage. My older brother was in his late teenage years and preparing to finish high school. He was very active with sports during those years and would try to teach me to play football or soccer with him. I had lots of friends growing up during this period of my life and spent the majority of my time out doors with them after school and on the

In grade school, my teacher scribbled on my paper in bold red ink, “Great story! You should be an author. Do you know what that is?” My dream to write a Memoir was born.

Growing up with two brothers was a lot of fun. Whatever they were doing I wanted to do. We played outside a lot. I learned from them to be tough. If I fell off my bike they were there to help me up and tell me to get right back on it. I have watched them both succeed in their dreams.

Looking backing on childhood filled with so many memories, I wish I could say they all had that warm and fuzzy feeling. Being one of seven siblings wasn’t easy, in fact each and every sibling had to make some type of sacrifice for our family. I have a sister, she is the second oldest, who is a diagnosed schizophrenic. Having a mentally ill sister who was never complaint with any type of treatment made childhood especially difficult and set up many opportunities for disappointment. Disappointment came in many forms throughout my childhood whether it was not being able to go somewhere, being forgot about, or the constant embarrassment and anger I had to deal with internally on a daily basis.

Born in 1958, I was raised in an emotionally reserved, lower middle class family in a small industrial town in Indiana. I have one brother, five years older than myself.