Kid Me Narrative

From the ages of 8- 14, I lived in a very volatile home. Coming home from school, I never knew if it was going to be a quiet day in my house or if the entire house would be engulfed in screaming. I dreaded the weekends, that meant that everyone was going to be home. Everyone home meant that things could easily go up to flames in just a millisecond. I tried my best to never be home, I would spend the days with my friends. I knew that when I got home there was a 90% chance of everyone fighting. One day in the summer of 2012, things got too heated, and my mom finally decided to move. We packed up everything in a few hours while my stepfather was at work. We moved into my best friend’s home for a few days until we found an apartment within the school district to move into.

    My parents told us that they were getting a divorce. I didnt understand what that meant at the time, but my mom said that I would be living with her in a new house so I was okay with it for a while. after a year or two my mom started to date a really cool guy that liked a lot of the same things as me, so I was happy about that. It turned out that he is now my step-dad as of November 22, 2015. Around the same time my dad started dating a woman that is really girly and stuck-up so I started going over to his house less

When I was 13 years-old, my parents would always get in big arguments. When they argued I didn’t even know what they were arguing about. Until one night my mom decided they wanted a divorce. That night all I could remember was yelling, crying, and depression. I personally have no Idea why my parents decided to get a divorce, I just hope it was for the right reasons. When this was happening I kept blaming it on myself. I thought it was my fault and I had to fix it, but it wasn’t my fault and there was no way I could fix it. The best thing I learned from this situation was to keep my head up and keep positive, those things helped me jump over the obstacle of divorce. This situation made me be more kind to people, because most of the time in life

It’s Thursday, September 15 my supervisor Sherry Smith calls me into her office and tells me I have to go to Northwest Miami-Dade to evaluate a family of four. The first thing that comes into my mind is, “Oh great another Hispanic family.” She explains that there have been several domestic abuse complaints and they need me to be there by 6 o’clock today. I look at the time and it’s already 4:50 PM. Our office is in Fort Lauderdale; all I can think about is the traffic while making assumptions of the family. The last thing she ends with is, “Call me if you need me, I don’t want another melt-down.” In my last journal entry, I wrote about how I was in Northwest Miami-Dade and I had my third Hispanic family, but our values didn’t coincide even

When I was a pre-teen, my parents were not getting along for various reasons and started arguing often, which ultimately led to their divorce in 2011. I felt a great deal of responsibility because I was an older brother, honor student, and participated in many athletic events or programs at Resaca Middle School. I became

There we we're just chilling in my military grade jet with my friends. We were sitting there playing games while circling an island, then you wouldn't believe me if i told you that we saw 20 military birds. They didn't see us until my friend sneezed they started shoot left and right. So we turned my jet into and military plane an we shoot and shoot.. We killed all of them except wan which we tortured too tell us where their base is until at his final moments he tells us an we get go searching for it. We find it an we go fast there are 50 more and we shoot and shoot until there all dead. Then we cooked them and ate them the entire way home.

As I got older things got better, my mom got help for her drug problem and I got healthier with the help of my dad and step mother. While living with my father my mom was supposed to come every other weekend to visit me, and many of the times she was scheduled she did not come because she could not afford the gas. This made me upset sometimes because I thought she didn’t want me or she was doing more important things. After being disappointed so many times it made me stronger because I learned not to let other people control my

Growing up in Lockport things started off just fine everything at home was wonderful, parents was getting along I was just getting used to being the big brother. But then everything started to go downhill. My parents started to fight a lot not physically but emotionally and I guess it really impacted my parents relationship. Until one day my mom stormed out of the door and little did I know that was going to be the last time I was going to see my mom for awhile.

In Sandra Cisneros’ story “Only Daughter,” Sandra Cisneros wanted many things in her life and that was to gain her father’s acceptance of her. She wanted him to understand that it was difficult not only growing up the only daughter but also coming from a Mexican family that was expecting her to find a husband. So she does it by writing stories for her father hoping one day he’ll read them and be proud of her. But knowing that her father does not understand English words, she still tries. One day one of her stories is published in Spanish.

She was eight years old, and it barely began getting crispy outside. Winter was right around the corner. She loved winter, the cold weather always made her all lubricous. Her favorite part of winter was eating cold food and wrapping herself around him while he was cold. She always thought cold items and food were the best in cold weather and having the air in front of her while it was cold just made it so fun. Unfortunately she wasn’t enjoying this upcoming winter without him.

Growing up I never had the typical childhood. My parents had me when they were still teenagers in High School. They were not financially stable enough to take care of me, considering they were young and had no jobs. My mother dropped out to start working and my dad got his GED at an adult school before he started to work. For a while we were living in a motel because my parents were not on good terms with their own parents at the time. Although I was too young to remember our lives in the motels, I gathered enough insight on how it was for my parents, and it was not pretty. Since my parents were never together officially, after the motel stage, we never slept in the same house all together. My mom eventually moved in with my sisters dad, which

Day 6 #funkyforearmlove Today I just did whatever felt right and slipped in my #funkyflyinglizard at the end. For the last few weeks I've been feeling funky and not it a good way. I have been super fatigued, lethargic, tight and overall not well. I love going to a yoga studio and being part of a community. It's been 4 weeks since I have gone and I have been practicing at home. What do you guys like to do? yoga at home, studio or both?

For each person in my family, there was always something that made us happy. For my mom, it would be getting a coupon for half off at Nordstroms. For my sister, it would be a bottle of sickly-sweet smelling perfume. Finally, for me, it was a pack of bubblegum. These interests did change throughout the years, but I remember how much I loved bubblegum. I don’t know what it was about it, but the chewy substance always intrigued me, and it still does. However, one pack of bubblegum taught me one of the most important lessons about myself in my life.

He is from Los Angeles. His Mum Mary left him when he was young, now he lives with his Dad. They have a small flat, with two bedrooms. It is not very big at all, as they barely have the money to feed themselves. Jake would do anything for his Dad's health, so he works long shifts and the local corner shop. Just so he can feed them both, as his Dad doesn't work anymore.

A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult.