Life Of My Life

I was born in Northern, New York, about forty miles from the Canadian border in a wasteland of a town called Carthage, sixty miles from the nearest walmart. My mother, now Louise Percy, is ex-navy and worked for the federal government on Fort Drum until she retired ever since I was born. My father, Donald Bishop, was a beauty. He was in and out of prison all his life, including juvenile. He was imprisoned much through my baby-toddler stage and when he wasn’t imprisoned he jumped from construction job to construction job, drinking and smoking marijuana heavily until the day he died, last May 28th. I was born into a household with my mother, father, brother and half-sister for the first few years in my life. My half-sister skipped town after developing a heroin addiction and my father drove my mother psychologically insane until she ended up in a psych ward and we spent a few weeks with my grandmother (father’s mom) until she was released. My mother and father split up and my father never fought for custody nor paid child support. My mother had been a single mom for ten years

     Going back forty-five years is not an easy task to complete because I can’t remember some of the finer details of my childhood. I know I was born on a hot August afternoon in Birth Year at Place Of Birth in City ands State. My mother was just twenty-two at the time and was already the mother of two, I was her third child. My father was twenty-one and already a workaholic, I know because my mother would constantly remind me not to be like that. My mother and father were good parents and they tried to give us the best upbringing they could. My father was the kind of person that believed he should provide and protect his family, and he did a very good job of doing that.

One day waking up thinking this was a normal day at my birth home, Jamaica, I walked to my grandparents’ house, stayed there for a couple of hours, then I saw this pretty, shiny, new Nissan Altima pulled up, and stopped. Moments later a tall dark-skinned guy stepped out the vehicle, fixed his hat, and walked to the door. When the doors open he burst into tears and said to me, “Hey son”, at first my siblings and I was in shock because we have not seen our father since 2004, I did not know what he looked like until I saw pictures of me and him together. Later that night we party and have fun together. The next morning, he drove in and we took pictures, then, we went to dunns-river falls, also we went and eat.

Throughout my life I never really had parents; coming home to a drug abuser who was constantly zoned out was a normal day. I wasn't loved or even thought of as a child. My biological parents never once came to my awards or conferences. I used to lie to my childhood friends and say that my parents had to constantly work. In reality they didn't care at all.As a child I had both of my parents; when I grew up everything collapsed. I was in 7th grade when I realized that my life would change dramatically. My biological mother fell deeply into drugs, as for my biological father he left without saying anything. At the age of 12 , I was placed with a family friend, while my biological mother was in rehabilitation.

This is a short story of my life from a wee little one until now. I was born on a Monday October 18, 1982 to Ricky and Aletha Sprayberry. I have three sisters and two brothers. I had some good and bad in my childhood, teenage years, and as an adult. Like most I do not remember life a baby. The earliest I remember, well don’t really remember I just know of this day due to pictures, is July 4, 1985, I was two years old. We went to Lake Striker for a fourth of July celebration and they was having a beauty contest, I am not sure if it was for all ages and they had divided ages groups or if it was just a fun thing for the kids. My mom entered me in the contest and low and behold I placed first in the contest. I brought home a ribbon and a trophy. I made the front page the local news paper and my mom has kept up with that clipping all these years. I know have it and keep it safe and sound in my top dresser drawer. She even still had my blue bikini swim suit from then. She gave it to me at some time during my teenage years and I kept it in my memories chest up until my niece, the first of eight grandkids, was born and I let my sister borrow it. Well that was a mistake, I have not seen my memory swim

I was born and raised in the wonderful and populous city of Houston. At first I possessed a young and carefree attitude,but slowly my thoughts started to revolve around the real world in different ways. Not always was I able to get the things I desired due to various circumstances, such as not enough money. This started to pave way to my deeper thoughts about the world, and how I wished to become someone who would take care of my parents. Slowly, I started to witness the problems and worries of my parents concerning monetary issues and so forth. My parents always smile brightly and did not show any signs of pain, because they did not want to worry a small child like me.After witnessing some of their occasional pain, this also hurt me and made

My childhood was normal as any other. At six weeks I went to a daycare center called Genesis, where a woman named Mrs. Pelzer took care of me. My parents took me to church as well. Until the age of ten, I went to Calvary Revival Church. At the age of two, I went to the church’s daycare. One day I fell on the concrete there and I have a tiny scar between my nose and mouth until this very day. I have moved twice in my lifetime. My family would come from St. Louis, Missouri, to help take of my brother, Sharif, and me in each of those houses.

The first story of my life was written by my mom. The early years after I was born on September 28, 2002 were fairly eventful. As a young child, I was “never needy and always good at sharing.” Whenever I was in a situation where something was being handed out at a party or in class, I would always wait until last to select. If nothing was left, I would still be content. If something was ever taken from me, I would look at my mother and say ‘Oh well!’ and continue. When I was three years old, having brunch with my mom and dad at Cindi’s Deli, I picked up a kid’s menu and started reading it on my own with no phonetics involved. I “just started reading.” This amazed my parents. This was followed by teaching my classmates how to solve exponents

My full name is Michelle Marie Robinson, I was born On August 4th,1998. My parents are Sarah Myers, and Michael Robinson. They weren't married when I was born and shortly after my father left my mom. My mom was too young and didn't take care of me like she should have. I was taken by social services twice when I was two and four. My brother, Jayden was born on April 19th, 2002. My mother could never keep a job, we moved from placed to place never staying in the same town long enough to make friends. Growing up was fast for me, I had to take care of my little brother a lot, clean, cook, and do chores. I didn't have a childhood whatsoever. By the time I was eight my mom decided that she couldn't take care of both my brother and I. She gave custody of me over to my

As a young girl, I never quite understood the importance my dad’s job had on me until I became much older. Throughout my childhood I was often mistreated out of the sight of my parents. From brutal words to simple exclusion, I never really fit in at my church. I was constantly separated from all of the children because I was the Pastor’s

Before I came to this life there were family members who had lives. Let’s start with my mother. Her name is Lisa Hansel back then. She told me, when I asked her 20 questions before, she told me what my name stands for her. Because she has Faith in me. Before I was born my mother gave birth to my older brother. Leroy Jr. He was still born, and didn’t make it. Losing a child and then trying again must have been a tough choice. My father’s name is Leroy Curlin. He’s right now at least near his fifties. I’m eighteen; he was in his thirty years old when I was born. Before I was born my parents were together. Either dating, or have a mutual relationship. I didn’t want to know all the facts, for imagination

My name is Josianne Bryan, and I was born on a small Island called St. Lucia in year 1979. My mother had me at the age of sixteen and I’m the oldest of eight children. I was never raised with my biological. My earliest knowledge of my biological father is at the age of 10 years. I had a fair child hood because my mother always tried to do her best to be both parents to me. She worked hard to put food on the table and clothes on my

I was what people stereotyped as the typical teenage brat. I was 17 years old with not one passing class in my senior year and all I ever did after school was hang out with my boyfriend Brian and my girl squad. My adoptive parents Linda and George were so nice to me but I took advantage of them. I would steal and then blame it on the maid or if I got a bad grade I said the teacher was purposely failing me, and even after all that they still gave me money and treated me with respect and kindness. I didn’t like who I was turning out to be so I decided to do something that might change my view on other people and myself- I decided to find my birth parents.

I was the second child and daughter born to my mother in Elgin, Illinois in the year 1956. I had a sister who was seven years older who lived with us for a short period of time, but resided mostly with her father, my mother?s first husband. After having an affair with my biological father, my mother divorced the year I was born and moved to Barrington, Illinois. My biological father paid for my mother?s apartment and the hospital bills, then exited out of our lives. A short time later the man I knew growing up as my father, married my mother. I remember a stepbrother the same age as my sister, living with us during my early childhood years. I idolized my brother who had the nickname of ?Spike.? I don?t recall when he left our family, but I was told he didn?t get along with my mother and that he blamed her for the break up of his father?s first marriage. I felt he abandoned me, as I never heard from him again and my parents never explained why he had left until later in my adult years. In a span of nine years, three additional brothers were born into our family. I was five years old when the first of the three brothers were born. I didn?t have any lasting friendships because we moved frequently due to the numerous jobs my father had in his aviation career.

I was steadily put into the hospital daycare at three years old while Toysha would be visiting my father, but at times he would end up being too sick for me to come visit, so my mother would take me to my grandmothers and she would have to take care of me. Eventually, Christopher’s cancer started to metastasize, and together my mother and father decided to make the decision to have me go live with my grandmother for the better. Christopher did not want me to be around to see him in that condition and my mother thought I would have a better way of living if I was not with them. The love that they had for each other allowed them to make rational decisions and sacrifices for the better of my life and