My Childhood Experience

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

Unlike most people, I did not get to be a carefree child for long. Even though I always said that I could not wait to grow up, now I wish that it all did not happen so fast and early in my life. From eleven to twelve years old—that would be the period I describe as the time I had to put my big-girl pants on and face the real, cruel and unwelcoming adult world. In that time period, I can specifically pinpoint two major events that ended my childhood: my move from Russia to the United States and the birth of my baby sister Toma. To some those might not seem significant enough to change someone’s life to the extent that they changed mine; however those events molded me into the person I am today.

My childhood was pretty fun, I would always go to dairy queen and hang out at the pool with my friends, so I think it was a pretty good childhood.

Since I’m not entirely sure where to start, I’m going to start at the beginning. When people ask about my childhood, the first memory to come to my mind is never a happy one.

When we think about the childhood, we think about everything we have passed through, the good and bad moments since we were toddlers until the moment we have grown up. My childhood and the form I was raised it’s what has shaped me as a person. The stuff I learned and I have seen in my family it's what I make part of who I am and for me to give away. I grew up in a Mexican family in Acuña Coahuila, Mexico, with 3 children and I’m the oldest child and we were a family chasing the American Dream.

Many people have a limited memory of their early childhood. These memories fail to exist as they have faded due to brain development during this stage in life. A child’s

My childhood was just like every other average child's. I wasn’t spoiled and I didn’t go on lavish vacations or anything. I was disciplined and I threw fits but never the less, I was loved.

My childhood was full of memories. Some are good memories and bad, I would say most of them were good. When I was in elementary school I was a very bad individual in school. I was tired of getting

I don 't remember much about my early childhood but some things like places and things that happened to me still stick with me in my

Looking back, my childhood memories are a bunch of blurry fragments, which I find myself piecing together. But I feel likes there one memory that I have managed to piece together. It’s the memory of an event that changed my whole entire life. At fours years old, this event, this journey would force me to start a new stage in my life.

I think for the most part that my childhood was like a sour patch fist it was sour and then all sweet .When I was about 4 my parents split and i was really sad so that was sour. My mom was going to have a little boy so we had went to live with my grandma and grandpa in porterville that was sweet .Something sour was I did not want my mom to have a little boy.When my brother was born I had loved him and wanted to spend a lot of time with him.Then a few years later it was time for me and my older sister to enter school and I thought that was sweet because school was really fun.That summer when school was over my family and I had gone to disneyland.That was one of the best summers ever we had went on most of the rides and I had gotten my face painted

I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.

Growing up as a little girl my life was ever changing. Although I don’t have many recollections of my childhood, I do

As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it. I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today.

As a child, I remember growing up in an area of Atlanta, Georgia called Mechanicsville. This area was very diverse with people from various socioeconomic backgrounds. Often, my mother would share valuable life lessons with my siblings and me. One, in particular, I remember even to this day is, “Life is only as challenging or motivating as you make it”. Originally, I did not quite understand the purpose of this aphorism; but as I got older, the meaning became quite clear. Although life for me has been both wholesome and unhealthy, in hindsight, it seemed better than my childhood friends. If you knew the real story, you would see that my life is not as perfect as it appears. Just to provide you with a little insight into my world, I had a