My Childhood Memories Of My Family

The past two years have been the hardest in all of my seventeen years of living. Choosing a topic is both easy and difficult due to how personal it may become. However, the highlight of the past two years belongs to my family life, and the actions of a certain former member that has affected the lives of many in my family. This person was in my life for over a decade up until around May of 2016, where the year truly kicked off for the family.

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

I was born on December, 27, 2003 in Dubuque, Iowa. When I was born, I had no brothers or sisters. I only had my mom and dad (My Mom’s name is Amy, and my dad’s name is Tim). My interests when I was younger was sports, because my uncles always played sports and for their baseball teams I was the bat boy. I went to Key West for my daycare and preschool. My first time ever walking was when I was about nine months old. My first word was ball because I was always at the baseball field watching my uncles.

My biggest obstacle was August 1, 2005 when our apartment building caught fire. My Mother, Brother, Sister, and I were home, it was the most distressing thing I've ever had to encounter. The night of my Aunt's birthday a fire started and the smoke made me feel as if I was drowning. My cousin Kendrick Weber woke me up, because I wasn't waking up when my sister tried. He pulled me out through the window and my forehead

I was born in Mason City, Iowa at five fifteen in the morning on March thirtieth. I don't particularly remember much of my earlier life, but I like to think that I remember the most important details/events. I do remember going to Virginia a few times within my first few years of life to visit family. When I was about four years old a friend and I were playing ‘hair stylist’, she went inside for a minute and I decided to give myself a haircut. I cut my hair to the

The number one obstacle that I’ve had to overcome is my mother getting arrested during the end of my sophomore year. All this drama started at the end of my freshman year, though, ever since then up until she got arrested she was running from the police. For a whole year she was going from house to house just trying to get away and I had to witness all of it. There were multiple times where I just wanted to turn

On December 29th, 1999, I was born in New Albany, Mississippi. I have a sister who is two years older than me, and a brother who is three years younger than me. When I was still a baby we moved to Maumelle, Arkansas because my dad got a job at a church there. I loved living there but when I six my siblings and I were told that we were going to move. The church where my dad worked at was closing down because they didn’t have enough money or members to keep it open. We found a new church fairly quickly and have lived here ever since. I was in first grade at the time. I was super excited because I had my own room, I didn’t have to wear uniforms at my new school, and my new house had stairs. For some reason when I was seven I had a major obsession with houses that had stairs. I told my parents that in the new house I wanted stairs and a pool. Sadly I didn’t get the pool and honestly I’m still upset about it.

As a teenage there are not many obstacles that have faced, but there are a few. One obstacles that I have overcame in my life was the death of my aunt. During my junior year in october one of my aunt's passed away during her mother's birthday dinner. One minute we were eating and then the next we were at the hospital. It was so unexpected to say the least. This was the first death in our family in 18 years and none of us new how to cope with this sudden loss. I had never felt this grief or loss for someone ever in my life. I had to learn how to grieve and continue on. A similar thing happened when my uncle died last year. I had to be able to grieve and move on because I had so much to do with my everyday life and school.

When I was little, I used to be attached to my grandparents. My grandparents used to live next to my family in Puerto Rico. When I was a little girl, my sister and I we loved to spend the whole day with my grandparents at their house. The reasons we loved to spend the rest of the day in my grandparents’ house was their food and the coffee. My grandmother used to make good food, and every time I ate I would lick my fingers. Another reason that I love my grandparents were the way they taught us how to be good kids, and help others when they need it the extra help. The day I left them to come to Boston it was unfortunate for me because I was never going to eat the food that my grandma uses to make and drink the coffee that my grandpa used to

We all have faced an obstacle in our lives at some point in our lives. How and if we overcome those obstacles is entirely up to us as individuals. For me personally, the biggest obstacle that I have ever had to overcome has been depression. It has plagued my life for many years and I am just beginning to conquer it.

One of the earliest memories I have of me reading, is when I was six years old. My grandmother would watch me in the summer when both of my parents were at work. She compared going to the library as a treat for us to do together. I remember being in that same library for hours at a time, you could call us frequent flyers. She would always start at one end of the library and just slowly snake the aisles. She would let me wonder by myself in the kiddy section to find any book I wanted. I was always so excited to go to the library, but looking back on it, I think I was just excited to go hang out in the play area. I don’t know the specific point in time where I decided I didn’t like going to the library anymore. I just knew when my mom would drop me off I would dread thinking if my grandmother was going to take me back today. She would keep up with the books I kept and would make sure I returned them or got an extension. Sometimes I wonder if I was a bother to her. We really never did anything together other than that. I would always bring some toys and coloring books to entertain myself. She was always relaxed in my grandpa’s huge recliner, watching Dr. Phil in such an intense way I felt like he was preaching to her. My only concern was to make sure I wasn’t too loud. I will never forget her forcing me to read what felt like an eternity every day I was there. I felt trapped into doing something that I didn’t want to do anymore. I had no escape, slowly hating the thought of

If you do not show me respect you will not receive respect. If you do not show me love you will not receive love. All my life I have been surrounded by thoughts that were not my own. I’ve been told who to love and respect and I blindly went along with it- ignoring my own feelings. Sometimes it felt like that’s how everyone lived their life, living it with the thought of if you are related to someone, you have to support a relationship with them, but through experiences, I have learned the truth. There is one specific moment in time that will never make me go back on this thinking the situation after my grandparents died.

Living in a small, two bedroom house, two families manage to live there for a while. A family of eight, and a family of five use to sleep in a separate room at one-point. The house was not the biggest, but as family, they managed what they had. The house was surrounded with many fruit trees and plants, as the seasons would past. Living with my older cousins, it was awesome because my siblings and I had someone to play with. My relatives moved after some years because my youngest cousin was born and they needed more space. Many memories were made in this house, whether they were good or bad. Growing up as a kid in my parents house, I grew wiser through the years and learn to value what I have.

After a month of planning and trying to reach my old mates through their phone numbers, I was in relief. Some of my friends were difficult to contact due to having different corresponding phone numbers. I almost felt like I wanted to tear my hair off my head or want to sock something with my bare fists I made with my hands. However, Rex and Shari were able to contacted, and they helped me reach out to the others. I told them about the broken picture frame and how I found their number in the back of the photo to explain how I still even remembered them. Saturday, July 7, 2035 was tomorrow. For the past month, my wife and I decorated and cleaned the whole dwelling and my son, Ryan, helped me paint the dull living room amber orange, yet he

I was born on November 19th, 1995 in Peoria, Illinois. When I was born I had two older siblings, my sister’s name is Meagan and my brother’s name is Jake. A few years after I was born my younger brother was born on April 8th, 1997 and his name is Sean. We all lived in Illinois till I was second grade then we moved to Hillsboro, Tennessee. My older sister was 18 when we moved to Hillsboro so she just stayed in Illinois and lived with her friends and she still currently lives there. I went Hillsboro elementary school till the end of fifth grade. The summer after fifth grade we moved to Estill Springs, Tennessee. For middle school I went to North Middle School in Winchester, Tennessee. For high school, my freshman and sophomore years I went to Franklin County High School. When I was at Franklin County I played football my freshman year and my sophomore year I decided not to and went to the gym with my father. During my sophomore year, just about the end of the school year, we moved to Tullahoma, Tennessee. So my junior and senior year I went to Tullahoma High School. My time at Tullahoma, I decided to start playing football again and both years, we made it to playoffs. In high school I made some great friends that I know I can always talk to if I ever need them.