My Childhood Dreams

Do you know the feeling you get when you’re doing the thing you love most in the world, for me that is baseball. My participation in sports influenced my skills in multitasking and handling multiple stressful situations at once. I play sports every season possible, teaching me about myself and all my friends on one team growing up into adults. I have maintained sports, grades, and jobs for four straight years without being ineligible one time. The people I am surrounded by around sports, young or old mold my future of being a successful adult. I thank every single coach, and teammate for helping me with all of my accomplishments, the biggest one being the Champion of a Varsity Baseball District Title.

Before I knew it, I was entering my very last baseball season. At this point in time, I have yet to hit an over-the-fence homerun. I would swing for the fence so every time that I would hit the ball, I would be so disappointed with myself because it didnt go over the fence. I knew that I had the capability to hit an over-the-fence homerun, but it was the fact of putting the power to use at the appropriate time.

Every individual comes to a point in their lives during which they reach a tipping point between adolescence and adulthood. I happened to reach that tipping point when my mom told me the story of how our family got to America and to the position we are in now. Before I heard this story, I used to complain about small issues all the time, and take important things for granted, but after hearing the story, I am extremely thankful for how we are living and all that we have. I felt like a changed man due to my family's past and it gave me unbelievable amounts of determination to work hard and to become successful in the future, not only for myself, but also so that I could make sure my family would never be in that situation ever again.

The summer of 2016 was one baseball season that will never escape my mind. Unfortunately, breaking my elbow was the last straw- so I thought. The problem with last summer was I could not stay healthy or happy. That was until my coach came over and flipped my declaration. He pushed me to go back out and encouraged me to play the game of baseball which I admire! My dad was another inspiration for me to achieve my goals I could not stay cheerful and became depressed. It seemed everything became serious. I eventually became determined to get back onto the field. I was never a guy to hit the ball far, and I always joked about hitting my first home run, but that joke became a reality.

The humankind throughout history has tried to learn and figure out the meaning of dreaming. The interpretations and true meanings of dreams has expanded and has varied over centuries and cultures. Many of the earlier studies were based on culture’s and the interpretation of dreams, but also used as a form of prophecy, inspiration, and guidance. Many people still believe this such, people today beliefs and theories have opened up to a more vast interpretation, they are made up of; dreams are rare brain activity, dreams allow people to reflect on themselves, or that dreams are too massive to be correctly interpret. Although, not a single theory has been proven to this day, science as of why dreams occur is still a mystery.

So far in my fourteen and a half years alive my life has been a complete roller coaster of many different situations and experiences that are good and bad, up and down. I always say to myself like why did I do that, what if I could of done something or even how come I am the way I am. I thought about it, if I had to live my life over again I would.

There’s a lot we can learn from the stories of our past – if we tell them in such way that enables us to hear what they really have to say. This holds true with me and my life. To put it simply, the life I’ve lived up to this point has been nothing short of a beautiful (and bumpy) roller coaster ride! As I have grown up there have been many factors that have influenced me to take on or do certain things. These things, plus some of my individual choices, have contributed into what’s made me who I am today. And with that, I’m happy to say for this moment in time, I’m satisfied with the person I am and the path I’m taking.

Throughout my whole life I felt a lot better about who I was and who I became. It was all because of four different areas that helped me build the person I am today. These area are my personal relationships, social environment, culture, and health. During my whole life these four areas help me accomplished and demonstrate that I had lived a great life till now. We thought we had too little or had nothing at all but in the end we had everything we wanted to overcome the obstacle of having a life well lived.

My earliest memory of my childhood has to be the first major fight my parents had that has been seared into the memories of my childhood. We all hate to see our parents fight and usually when I would witness my parents fight I would block it out because “mommy and daddy will always love each other no matter what.” They would tell me that over and over again no matter how bad their fights got. I yearn so badly to tell my younger self not to hang on to that idea of love because that idea in the end wasn’t really love at all.

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There are many reasons why people look back on their life. I suppose it depends on where you stand with yourself and how you choose to reflect. As of lately, I have felt the most content with myself than I have ever in my life. When I look back and reflect I see more positive than negative, even if the reality of that isn’t true. The most meaningful of my life experiences would be when I became a mother and when I found God. Although they both may sound cliché, it is how I found the right path in life. They both tie in together to make me a better person and provide me with a better sense of direction. At first, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to have children. But when it all happened it was like I transformed into a new person. I would watch my daughter sleep and I could think of all of these amazing things that I wanted to see happen in her life. I would mostly wonder what I needed to become so that we didn’t have a rough life. During these moments I became stronger. My motivation would build and like an architect I was creating this blueprint of a beautiful life. From that point on, I made it a priority to put my daughter and her happiness first. Once I did that, everything started to fall together; I had a sense of direction. I had so much support from my family and at the same time I sadly, started to lose friends. My friends had their own lives without kids. It was a bittersweet moment. It is true that when times get tough you see the true colors of others. I was a

It is hard to recall which one of my memories is actually the first because there are so many. However, as I tried to decide between various different memories there was one that stuck out to me. The memory itself is a little bit foggy, but I can remember that I was extremely young. It must have been a weekend because both of my parents were home, and I can remember the sun shining through the windows in my house. I was in my room playing and dancing around, watching myself in the mirror. I heard my mom scream out for help and I dashed down the hallway, through the living room and kitchen where I found my mom on the stairs. She was about halfway down the stairs and had something resting on her lap. I remember being frightened as I rushed down the stairs to see what had happened. Her screams were loud and dramatic and I wondered why my sister and father were not there. I realized that the item on her lap was a laundry basket full of towels, she had fallen on her way to the laundry room. I tried to help my mom, but as little as I was there was not much to do. My mom explained for me to go get my dad or sister because she was hurting. I then also began yelling, looking for my family. I found my dad downstairs on the couch snoring, he had slept through the incident. When I woke him and explained that mom needed him, he was not as concerned as I expected. He got up slowly, saying “I’m coming, I’m coming” as I ran back to sit with my mom. I held her hand, worried, until both my

As a young boy, Naveen lived in a small, cozy home with his parents. Him and his father loved to cook together and they made the best gumbo in the city. Their dream was to open a restaurant together one day, so that night when Naveen’s mother and father were putting him to bed, he made a wish on an evening star and hoped that their dream would come true. As Naveen was growing up, he kept wishing and hoping to have his own restaurant but he knew deep down that wishing was not always enough. He worked really hard to try and make his dream come true but, with this came no time for fun or for love.

I knew I was missing something in my life, but I was never able to pinpoint what. Ever since my parents divorced when I was twelve, I was forced to live with my father in Texas where he worked in an oil drilling company. For thirteen years I had to withstand this longing hunger, but I have decided to travel to my old hometown to figure it out. I glanced over to my diary nearby and opened it up to look at my old family picture, or at least what’s salvaged of it. Father ripped it up in half because he wanted me to forget about mother, and he wanted me to forget about it all. Continuing on, I started flipping through a few pages of my diary until I found my old address: 187 Mapleberry Oak in Toronto, Ontario.

Everyone has dreams; it’s a known fact. Their dreams are goals in their lives; goals that people would really like to achieve.