My Childhood Memories Of A Child

On June 8th, 1990 is when I entered this place that we call Earth. Born to Montasser and Nagla Hassan, the only girl and the youngest with two older brothers, nine and seven years apart. My parents were born and raised in Cairo, Egypt, and moved to America after getting married, leaving their families behind to better their future and the lives of their future off springs. Their courage and dedication to life and each other is a characteristic that they carried on throughout their journey of careers, life, love, and children.

Everyone has a story. The goal of my life story is to inspire hope, and show the way God breathed into me. I was born in West Palm, Florida. At six months of pregnancy my mother was checked into St. Mary's hospital, and gave birth to three pound, two ounce baby. Despite the expectation of giving birth to a female baby, she gave birth to a baby boy. She intended to name her baby Victoria, after the baby's grandmother on his father’s side. Instead she came to the name Victor after realizing the baby's gender. So there I was, on July 1, 1997 at seven-thirty in the morning. The third child to be borne by my mother, I was the youngest of the family. I was blessed with two older brothers, Paul and Santos (Danny). My mother raised us in Clewiston,

My parents were poor, very poor when I was born. My baby sister was never buried or cremated she was just disposed of by the doctors. My mother never went on as far to give me the details, and I don’t like to ask her since it makes her cry. I have cried many times for my hair myself, although I never got to meet her I always imagined her looking down on me and I would hope that she is proud of me seeing that she’s my age, even though I may disappoint her often times. My mother fell into postpartum depression and my father wasn’t very helpful their relationship has always been traumatic and domestically violence to this day. I wasn’t a very big baby when I was born, but I looked like a baby boy later I began to look girly around the age of three. I was the most spoiled one out of my elder sisters, and I was very kind hearted. I cried over everything and anything. Don’t let my nice smile fool you I was always a daddy’s princess and I always got what I wanted. I didn’t know the word “No” that was foreign to me. Which I will admit wasn’t too good for me. However, I was really nice person all around I would wave to everyone and introduce myself to everyone I would

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

I came into this world way ahead of earthly schedule at 28 weeks weighing only 2 pounds, 2 ounces. All my mother heard was, “...there is a chance…” She prayed, along with my father and family to God to let me live and be healthy, my mother told God in her prayer HE could do whatever he wanted with me, just let me live.

My life began on a warm September Night in Great Falls, Montana. I was 6 pounds, 12 ounces and as much as everyone knew, I was serene. I was born into a family of mammoth size. My dad was adopted so technically I had three sets of Grandparents. I also had a brother, and several Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins. After my birth almost everyone in my family came to see me. Everyone in my family lived a matter of hours from us so it was easy for them to come. My family does have some strains now, but as far as I knew, we were content. Two weeks after I was born, my brother had to go to Spokane to have a surgery on his hip. He had fetal alcohol syndrome and that caused him to myriads of physical and mental disabilities. My parents left with my 15 year old cousin for 5 days while they were in Spokane. For the first year in my life, my parents could rarely see me. They were always back and forth with my brothers doctor appointments.

Although its not always easy, some days being worse than others, I keep persevering. I’ve developed life skills to help me overcome obstacles and I know I have built up the strength to be able to handle the worst of situations. It’s important to me to live every day to the fullest and never take time for granted. Life can be taken away so quickly, therefore its important to not leave any regrets, do what makes you happy, and always tell the people you love, that you love them. Although I don’t seem much different than my peers in most situations I encounter and most conversations I participate in, I will still always be the girl whose mom passed away. My experience is very meaningful to my life and I feel as if I wouldn’t be complete without sharing. The loss of my mom has impacted me significantly, shaping my personality and all other aspects of who I

Rough starts, rough life and struggles, my childhood was not what I thought it would be. When I was born, I already had complications, I wasn’t those type of typical babies that would come out of their mother’s womb and cry. I came out of my mother’s womb but when I came out I did not cry. The doctor had to slap me for me to be able to cry. I was what is called a blue baby, I wouldn’t normally breath when I was a newborn. My parents even said that I almost died when I was a baby. It was long amount of time and days for me to be checked out of the hospital. For a baby, I thought that I was very strong because I handled all those pain when I was young. It was probably last year when I found out the whole story about my childhood. The doctor

I was born in the year 1991 in Haiti, I was the first born of a family of five children. The first memory I recall is about my favorite aunt feeding me white rice with carrots when I was about 18 months. After that everything feels like big black hole until before I turned four years old when my fraternal grandmother passed away. I was playing in my crib in my parents room when my dad walked in and announced that his had pass; I was standing and as soon as I heard that I fell on my behind and said "who is going to give me candy" and I started crying. Until today I cannot understand why I reacted like that and what did I understand? After the funeral life went

It s all started after my mother passed away in 2010. It was like my whole world turned upside down everything began to be too much I didn't want to do anything but cry. But then I thought about myself and my siblings I said to myself “my mother's gone who’s going to catch us when fall’’ that’s when I started to focus more because I notices how much of a much of an impact it was having on me so I tried to make friends at school but everyone thought that I was“Weird”. Which didn't make anything better because of what happened.

One of the memories I recall the most during an ordinary day, occurred when I was 3 and my sister, Lilah, was born. That night in the hospital, I had no clue what was going on, I was three. When it came time for me to actually meet my sister, I was so in awe that I wanted a child of my own. I thought that it would have been the best thing in the world, and that I was going to be a five star mom with all these cool things. I told the nurses that I wanted a child for myself, and they actually got one for me. Not what you’re thinking, they went and got me a baby doll named Marvin. Come time that I saw the toy, I was very mad that they didn’t actually bring me a child. I threw a fit and my parents came home with two crying children. To this day,

At the age of 7 my brother died, as a young girl I wasn't able to fully understand this, soon I became depress, for four years, I didn't want to interact with other people or play around at the park. I fell into a dark place. Soon, once I became a teenager, I followed the influence, smoking and drinking and doing what other teenagers shouldn't. At times I tried to commit suicide. At

Yesterday my youngest brother died from a heat stroke. We were outside playing kickball and it was a really sunny day. Our friends were over and I told him to go and get a drink, but he refused to. I don’t know what he was thinking, he was trying to be cool in front of his friends. I cared a lot about him; I was a brother that would play with him a lot even though I had friends. I would still drive him places. Also, my mom was heartbroken it was her last son. My dad left about two years ago it was hard for my mom to provide food for us. My mom was sad because soon I will be off on my own and she didn’t want to be alone like she would right know after I leave.

The Secret of Childhood by Maria Montessori Maria Montessori passionately reveals to us the inner workings of children as they develop into their full potential in an effort to assist adults in understanding and supporting this process. The ideas and methods shared have become the foundation for the Montessori model of education. In the introduction, Maria Montessori asserts “there is no real place for children” in today’s modern society where parents are working, cities are crowded and deemed dangerous, and the home is often filled with furnishings off limits to children. We are asked to consider where children feel they belong and are understood. Though Maria believed that great progress was underway when writing this book, with an

All these obstacles in my life were difficult at the time, but I appreciate the struggle it put me through. I was truly shaped into the person I am today because of what I have been through. I now am more appreciative of things in life. I tried to get back on better terms with all of my family because I realized how important family really is. Friends come and go in life, but family is who will always be there for me when I need someone I can count on. I made some new friends around this time, and they were a huge factor in my happiness. In the beginning of the year 2016, a boy that had gone to elementary with me had messaged me. We started talking on the phone, texting, and video chatting whenever we could. We hung out a few times and he asked me to be his girlfriend. He was always there for me when I needed him and he made me feel more confident in life. Having him was now a gigantic blessing for me. I was unbelievably happy with our relationship. This was the first boyfriend I had that my parents actually genuinely liked. He was great with my family and we started doing things with my brother such as playing soccer or video games. He was the glue in my life that was helping me keep everything together. I stopped going to counseling to see if I could handle