My life started like a roller coaster! I’m a triplet and I was born on April 26, 2003. Me and my brothers Zac and Lukas were born three months premature. When my dad held us for the first time he said we were the size of his hand. We were in the Nicu for two months trying to grab onto life.Each one of us each weighed an little over 2 pounds.Two years later, my sister Sophia was born, she weighed a 2 pounds. She was born almost three months premature and had to stay into the Nicu for three months. My dad was in the air force so he and my mom moved around a lot.That’s why we were born in Albuquerque, New Mexico. My dad was born in Newark,Ohio and my mom was born in a small country called Lithuania in Europe. Because of this we travel frequently to Lithuania to visit family. Our first trip was when we were three and my sister one.Sadly because of this we only get to see them one to three years. We would go on three airplanes all adding up to 12 hours of flying. My dad got assigned to Dayton,Ohio when we were three. We moved into a very nice neighborhood and lived at the end of a cul de sac where we would learn to play basketball, ride bikes, and rollerblading. Me and my brothers were inseparable. Soon we got our very first dog named Boo Boo. She has been my very best friend since day one and I love her to death. Around age four we started kindergarten at a Montessori school where we stuck together like glue. I even would wait right next to the door when they went to the
I was born in Modesto ,CA on August 17, 2003 in Modesto hospital . I lived in Atwater ,CA most of my life ,but then I moved to Merced this year. Places that I have visited that feel like home is Watsonville and Santa Cruz. I have been in the same school for 8 years . Also, I have had a separate year in preschool. When I was in preschool I went to a school near Winton ,CA. During my magical 8 years I stayed in Bellevue since kindergarden through 8th grade.
From the age of two till I was five I lived in Fort Bragg, North Carolina. This is where I gained my southern draw (which still comes out if I happen to be speaking to someone else who has one). At the age of six to nine I had the opportunity to live in Anchorage, Alaska. This is where I learned to want to always be outside exploring or building things. At the age of 10 my father was stationed to Fort Hood, Texas where I followed suit. Texas would eventually be where I would call home. I went to middle school at Smith Middle School and High School at Ellison High School. I graduated Ellison High School in 2002 and worked various jobs from a warehouse manager to a janitor. While some of the management jobs paid well they did not have any sense of fulfillment or pride. Just after graduating High School I began to date my now wife Marissa. We had met at a BBQ that one of my fathers soldiers had been throwing. Both her father and my father were in the same unit together. I moved from Fort Hood to Fort Huachuca when my father was
I grew up in the beautiful island of Puerto Rico, living most of my life on the country side with my Mom. My father was not in the picture, as he abandoned the house when I was very young.
I was nine years old when I moved to California from Japan, all the way across the world. Moving to California was quite possibly the weirdest experience that has happened to me as a child. Trying to move from a place that I pretty much spent my life in than literally going across the world without knowing anything about it was very foreign to me, however my parents used to live in california for about one or two decades.
I think one of the reasons that me and my mom moved around so much was because of my mom and dad's divorce when I was five. The first school I went to was Marshal Elementary in Arizona but not even a year after starting there my mom decided to move to Oregon so I finished my first grade year at Meadowlark Elementary in eugene. once I had finished my first grade year my mom decided that I should learn spanish so she sent me to a spanish immersion school called called Buena Vista. But during the summer of my second grade year my mom found us some new roommates so we moved in with them then we all ended up moving to Camp Creek. I spent my third grade year at Camp Creek. during my third grade year my mom fought my dad for custody over me. When my mom own custody over me my time with my dad was cut down to about a fourth of what it was before. I
I was born in a big city called Baltimore, MD, but raised in a small town called Saint Stephen, SC. My mother had to relocate in order to take care of my ailing great-grandfather. While working toward her
I was born in Montrose, Colorado. Yet, I didn't spend much of my life roaming around it's land. When I was three, my parents had an epiphany, decided to buy an RV, and take my brother and me to Mexico on exhilarating and exotic adventures.
Kindergarten began for me in 2011, when I was five years old. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Rowlett at Mountain Home Kindergarten. I don’t know how I felt, really. I remember having nap time, but I could never seem to fall asleep. In 2012, I started 1st grade, at Nelson Wilks-Herron. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Barnes. She wore glasses, and she was awesome, from what I
During my younger years, my family made a big decision to move from California to Georgia. I was amazed by the different scenery as well as the different people. Because I was around 6 years old, my mother decided it was time for me to branch off and visit my father for extended periods of
I moved from Nebraska to California in 5/13/17. With my mom, dad, brothers and sister. First, my family and I didn't want to stay in Nebraska because there wasn't any fun place to go to, and didn't have any relatives. Also in Nebraska, the weather makes me sick, but now the hot weather in El Cajon helps me feel healthier. So my parents decided to come to San Diego, California. Then we started moving furnitures in the u-haul trucks and planned things out. For a while
I was born in Harlingen, Texas and I lived there for most of my childhood. We usually lived with my moms parents or in a small two story house but my mom got a job promotion working in T-Mobil at the time so we had to move to a place somewhere in Kansas. My mom had told my little brothers and me that she was going into Kansas first then she would come back and get us. We said ok and went on doing whatever things we were doing. Finally a few weeks later. My mom finally come and told us we would have one more day at school then we would start driving to Kansas. Finally after saying our goodbyes to family we set off to Kansas and it took forever but we finally made it. We had to live with our cousins at first since we had no home
How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.
When my parents divorced I stayed at my dads house in Florida,we lived in aparments fro a while,then we finally moved to a reagular house with a pool!Every summer I went up to Indiana,sometimes on winter breaks or fall breaks I would go up for the holidays.There was one summer on my golden birthday that I stayed.My birthday was on friday July 13 which was awesome because the movie jason include the same date.
I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.
I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.