My Birth Story In My Life

I have been playing basketball ever since I can remember. My family has always been very athletic. My siblings played basketball as well as my parents. My grandma told me a story about how I used to shoot a little basketball into a 10 foot hoop and I would make it. I play in the point guard position. I work very hard at what I do so that makes me advance in my skill for the sport. When I really started to realize I had a passion for it was in 6th grade. We had a lot of new people therefore our team didn't blend great. But even with my team being the way it was I still put everything that I had into it. Two things at the end of the season happened to me that made me realized that if I worked at it I could do great things. One parent on the

I’m going to talk you about me a few sentence… I’m Philogene Beenwood Wood Fernandez, I’m seventeen, I’m a student of J.M.B, I speak French, creol, and little English. I live in Salisbury Maryland, I’m from Haiti, I’m a Haitien cause my mother and my father from Haiti too, so now we live in U.S.A, my sister too from Haiti, she’s finished her high school, I love Basketball, I would to a Basketball Player. I love music.

My entire life, I have lived and breathed basketball. When I was only three days old, I was being passed around in the stands of a basketball game while my parents coached my older sister. In first grade, I was begging my parents to let me play. I couldn’t, however, because in my town kids don’t start playing basketball until the third grade. They let me join an Upward basketball league that was near my area, but Upward wasn’t competitive enough for me. So the next year, I went a couple towns over to join their city league so I could play. From then on, basketball was my passion.

As an individual I love staying active, socializing with others, being dependable, and keeping busy. Playing Basketball for Flour Bluff ISD, since the seventh grade, has granted me the opportunity to achieve all of these goals. For some peculiar reason I have consistently felt that I lacked experience of which my peers had, and that I would never be able to acquire it. Soon after I started playing I became intimidated of my fellow teammates and worried about the time I felt I lost, due to beginning so late in my childhood. Without fail, I always feel a sense of accomplishment after making it through tryouts every year and as I approach my final season, it has become clear just how much of my life was devoted to Basketball, that I truly love it and how I am thankful to be a part of something much more than just a team.

Winning the state championship in baseball was one of the greatest moments in my life so far. I remember loading the bus to go down to Montgomery; our parents were giving us baskets filled with candy and snacks for us to eat on the trip down there. Every player was full of excitement and anticipation. We all watched movies and listen to music the entire bus ride. It might have seemed as if some of us were taking this moment for granted, but I think that was because our team knew that there was no doubt soon we would be state champions.

On my 5th or 6th birthday in Georgia, my parents told me the story of my special birth.

After the initial shock and awe of finding out I was pregnant after 10 years of struggling and wondering if I would ever have the baby I had been dreaming of for so long, I began to plan every detail of my birth. I found a midwife and birth center when I was 8 weeks pregnant. I hired a doula at 12 weeks. My birth plan was written and finalized at 24 weeks. Every detail was planned-I had even planned the song that would be playing when my son would make his appearance. I'm a recovering control freak.

life is stupidly hard sometimes, and only made harder when we pass 18 and have to make our own significant choices. It used to be that society and our parents shaped our futures and even pushed us in the direction they wanted us to succeed in, however hard I tried though I always fell short of my parents expectations. I didnt believe people could change and that neither of my parents would change their way of thinking and that I would never be able to change what I was, but people can change and I know that now.They wanted me to go to college and develop myself in a successful career insted I ran from what my parents wanted, got emancipated and married at 16 and then divorced at 21.

Fifteen years were spent with nothing but rubber and concrete as I would practice in my front yard with a nine foot hoop. This never fully prepared me for the actual sport. I never focused on any other attributes to the sport of basketball except for shooting. Not to mention it was only with my right hand. I have wanted to play on a team since seventh grade, but injuries limited my ability to do so, including a broken leg and a sprained knee. Therefore, I had to wait until my freshman year to participate. By the time freshman year had came, I was still oblivious to everything I did not know.

Back in Houston, my mother was in the hospital, waiting for my birth’s arrival. It was a Friday, November 28, the air was cold. My mom was watching TV, until the doctor came to proceed my delivery. My dad was sitting down in the room. A few minutes, and the doctor came and talked to my mother, instructing my mom to do as they say. Then my mom proceeded to push and boom, I suddenly appeared out and that's where my life all started. At the time I weighed 7 pounds. My dad picked me up and my mom chose to name me Russell, because of a basketball player she watched named Russell Byron (a player in the Utah Jazz) . That time in Houston we waited in the baby breathing room,

I was born on march 11, 2003 in winner south Dakota. It was around 4 in the morning. I was supposed to be born on march 17. It took me like 2 hours to arrive. My dad was bowling when I was born in his league but he left early to come see me. They told my sister to not tell anyone and she told everyone.

Did you know that my grandma’s family name was originally Karlsson if you were a man and Karlsdaughter if you were a woman? When my great, great grandfather moved to America they changed it to Carlson so it would be more American. This is how they came to America.

I remember when I decided to exclusively pump for my son. I had struggled with nursing him in the three weeks since he’d been born, and we’d been going to the doctor every few days for a weight check, because he still wasn’t back up to his birth weight.

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.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.