My Best Moments In My Life Of My Family

I have some extremely strong feeling, trying to reflect back to my earliest childhood memory of my life, my first version was describing the setting that of my father hitting my mother over the head with something. Now, I know it was a gun. She was lying in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace with, me by her side trying to wait her up, then going outside crying so my, grandmother could hear me. There were so many scary moments in my childhood. I, can remember as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother screaming and helping them to get out, our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out with her telling us to hold on to her and don’t let go. Which my father was no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friend up the street under a tree. I was told a few neighbors came to help. Then we stay with my grandparents which I love. Because I love waiting for my granddad to come home from work so he, could take me to get vanilla ice cream. After moving to Cincinnati, Ohio at the age of six from Alabama. My father continues to be very abuses to my mother for fourteen years of their marriage. Thank God she’s still alive today.

The student has strived to be able to use humor to ease tense situations in their own life while still portraying attentiveness, understanding, and loving. This research has helped the student to realize that attempting to make the people in their personal lives laugh and have a moment of less anxiety, can be translated into their future profession. The student is interested in supplementing their traditional schooling with courses such as The Laughing Body: The Art of Care and other related courses taught at The Gesundheit Institute. The student expects that the use of humor in their practice will both help ease their own tension and also the stresses of the friends they make throughout their

Having defining moments, critical choices and pivotal people in your life is very important. Its something to base your life off of, having these key parts in your history is what built you to who you are today. It builds character and helps you learn the right and wrongs in life. I believe without having defining moments, critical choices and pivotal people in your life whether they are something as small as a coach teaching you a new play to maneuver, or a bumper on bumper car crash that sent you to the hospital for stitches can look small but have a deep impact on your life. Using these incidences to build your life can make you the person who you are today.

As I walked up the stairs, my nose was flooded with an aroma of fresh paint, wood chips, liquid makeup, and dusty props. I could feel the energy of the room buzzing with excitement, ambition, and a common mindset to make this the best performance yet. I was in my happy place for the second time in my life. I was on the stage. The string of rehearsals and performances that followed lead me to fall in love with performing.

Fencing is , in technical terms , the sport of fighting with rapiers (swords) in order to score points against an opponent, to me, it’s simply the art of sword fighting. My most memorable moment happened to me, during my junior year in high school ( when I was still fencing in my free time ). I and some of my fencing class entered a tournament called The Golden Gate International which took place in the gym of a State University. I still remember when my dad and I finally got to the gym, I was ecstatic, from the outside the gym looked more like a convention center. The tournament took place on the indoor basketball court ( which got divided into several sections for multiple matches ) was massive, almost twice the size of my high school gym. There were rows of seats on both side of the gym, and even stairs and a elevator that led to a balcony like, second floor where you could get a bird’s eye view of the whole gym.

There is a saying that, Human beings tend to perform more prohibited acts. The more my parents relock me to do some things the more I feel interested on them. May be this is the human nature. In my life, I experience these things ones. This incident is one of the best experience moments in my life. I have learnt many things of it. It was a rainy morning and I woke up early .My parents already woke up. My mom was preparing breakfast for us. I was sitting on the dining table and reading newspaper. In that time, my mom’s phone was ringing and she picked up the phone. It was my uncle over the phone. My uncle invited us to join his marriage anniversary function. We all were invited the function. My parents were so happy to hear this. I was also excited to join the function. At night, my father returned home with a big presents. It was a gift for my uncle wedding anniversary. I was so impatient to see what was in it. I asked my father what he had brought. My father said, “Open it and see.” I opened the box and saw a big classical Antique Wall Clock. It was a big Antique Clock I had ever seen and my mom was happy too.

Life is a rollercoaster, but I am grateful to be living it with my family and friends. My family has taught me many lessons that I will always apply to my decision making for the rest of my life. Loyalty, honesty, and respect has been taught to me ever since I learned how to speak. The communication between my family and I is very important because I know that my voice matters. Support will always be something that my parents continue to give me even when I fail. My family and friends has shaped who I am today and I will always be thankful for having them in my life.

It is believed that there is a moment in time in everyone’s life when they come to some sort of conclusion of humanity and how the world truly works, whether it’s at a football game, or in school, or at home, everyone has that moment in their life and every moment is important to each individual person. My personal moment transpired over the course of the summer of 2015, two years ago. That summer I had decided that I was actually going to do something important, something that truly meant something to my life, I decided I was going to take part in the Glen Este High School Marching Band. I was only an 8th grader and suffice to say, I was not very good at my Saxophone. I had only been playing it for two years after switching from Alto to Tenor and even though I loved it I was terrible at it. Mr. Morgan was always there to make me feel confident about my ability but deep down I knew I had to get better and when the words came from his mouth, “If you are someone that really wants to get better at their instrument you should really try it” I knew that I had to try it out at the very least. So I signed up and weeks later we got our music for our very first show, Phantom. Of course as most people will remember our opener and most popular song was Phantom Of The Opera and it was difficult. Immediately after seeing the music I was nervous and wasn’t sure how to play most of it, right after hearing that we would have to even have the music memorized I went into full panic

It was the morning of January 1st , 2017 at 7:31 A.M. when my whole life changed, I became a mother to Saint Christopher Corona. My life had just begun. I had become a young mother at the age of nineteen. I knew there was tough obstacles coming my way; but my life was changing for the better. When I first laid eyes on my son and gave him his first hug and kiss, I fell deeply in love with him. From there on out I knew everything would be worth it.

I was always been told as child that I would have that moment. The moment in which you would know instantly that you were created for something better than yourself- the moment a ‘light bulb’ per se would go off in your head. Growing up, I have struggled trying to find this moment. My parents taught me the value of hard work, and no matter what my moment would be I would need to work for it. Between being a full time high school and part time college student, holding leadership positions in many extracurricular activities, playing a varsity sport, volunteering with many organizations, and working part time, I learned time management and graduated in the top ten of my high school graduating class with distinction and honors. The study skills and organization methods I learned soon carried over to my college experience when my school and work load equally doubled creating a hectic atmosphere. Many people have asked me why I add unneeded stress into my life by becoming apart of my college by representing organizations on different ends of the spectrum, and why I sometimes pull a thirty hour work week to compensate someone else needing time off.

I once heard a saying, “Your hardest times, often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep the faith. It will all be worth it in the end.” It all began on----> June 22, 2005. Boohoo, I Whimpered. It was a murderous weep, like a Murderous lion trying to eat an innocent deer. So one day, well the first day I ever experienced light was June 22, 2005. My Mother would always say “You’re certainly a prodigy.” I was born on a military base called 29 palms in California. My Biological Mother was named Elica. She was horrible. She made horrible choices and I'm glad that I was adopted when I was eight months old From June 22, 2005 to June 22, 2006, I always took a bath in the sink. I took a bath in the sink because I was small and I wouldn't fit in a bathtub, obviously haha

Vacations are a time where people tend to make memories. One vacation I have a lot of memories of is when I went to the lake with my friends family. Over the summer, my friends Matt and Zack asked me if I wanted to go to Clark Hill Lake near Augusta with them. They are twins. We have been friends for seven years, and every time we are together we always make memories. When they asked me, all I could think about was all the memories we could make, so I said, “yes I would love to go”. I had no idea of what memories were to come.

Distance means so little when someone means so much. Even though me and my grandpa are over one thousand miles apart, we keep a good relationship. Every week we call each other and our conversations are just as good as if he were right there. Me and my grandpa have always been close. My grandpa, who I like to call Poppy, is one of the best people I have in my life. He and I treasure the time we have together. We love to cook and basically do everything we can together whenever possible. He has been in my life just as much as any other member of my family. Even though I have numerous memories with him, one is very notable. Some of my favorite memories with him happen over dinner. Dinner is one of the few times we're all together. It’s a great deal different talking to someone in person than on the phone. Everyone is brought together by great people and great food. We’re at the table hours more than needed talking and joking. Good food, better people, and an even better time.

As a child growing up, some of my earliest memories were my mother taking us to church every Sunday. It was a traditional type of Church that didn 't believe in the gifts of the Spirit, let alone God speaking through dreams. Even though the gifts or ministry of the Spirit was not discussed in Church, even as a child, I had a knowing that God speaks through dreams.

As human beings in a world growing so fast, factors of a person are bound to change. At this point of my life, I can say that I am my genuine self. My grandmother’s presence and death, torment in middle school and acceptance into the Regional Arts Program affected me to a great extent, not many people knew. I was a very sensitive and reclusive child, however, have learned to become a more outspoken and stronger person. As a child, I felt the need to restrain from being myself. I describe it as feeling like being trapped in a cage, being able to reach out but not fully letting myself to show who I am. I instantly became a follower, allowing my insecurities to mute what I actually felt and enjoyed. I constantly weaved in and out of situations, which lead to some of the darkest times of my life. My insecurities and fears were the bars of my cage that never let me break free.