My Childhood - Original Writing

has always been my home whether it was down south in San Diego where I grew up or up north in Monterey where I attended Santa Catalina’s summer camp with my sisters. My sisters have always been my best friends but Oksana especially. Oksana is only 2 years older than me but when we were young the best compliment someone could give us is by asking us if we were twins. The fact that my mom always dressed us the same could have contributed to the idea that we were twins. My sister was my best friend everywhere

My mom got remarried the year before I started first grade. We moved from our small two bedroom home in Austin, MN to a four bedroom farmhouse that was built in the 1890’s. I grew up most of my childhood in the farmhouse. When I was in 9th grade my family started to build a house just a few feet away from the farmhouse. It took about 5 years to finish the project, with many setbacks along the way. It wasn’t until March of this year that I actually got to live in the beautiful house that my step-dad

was in for a shock. In 2003, my parents announced that they were getting a divorce. At first I didn’t really understand what was going on as I was only 8 years old. I overlooked the fact that there were always tears in mum’s eyes and that most nights I could hear constant yelling. My innocents ignored the reality of what was really going on behind the closed doors. My dad was forced to move out and he struggled to find a permanent house to live in. He stayed with my grandma in the mean while. I

When I think back to my childhood, I can remember moving with my parents and siblings to Topeka Ks, back in 2006. I started in a new school and was rather fascinated, in a special way, by a particular boy in class. Even though my thoughts at that point in time were not particularly sexual (I was nine at the time), I often thought about how handsome this boy was I had quite a problem setting the issue in my mind. I looked at him ever so often, and in doing so I felt pleasure. As years went by, as

1992 in Melekeok, Palau; I did not have much of a chance to become “the next big thing” as my childhood self wanted. I was raised by two Danish-German documentarists, Løgner and Erstellt Gefälschte, nearly 2 and a half years into their newest expedition paid for by A&E Productions. My parents decided that, for the safety of my childhood, we should settle near Nakara in Darwin, Australia. This is where my fear of wild animals became deadly present. One day, whilst playing near Buffalo Creek, I was

My childhood was never exactly normal or easy. My parents had split up when I was three and I was sent to live with my grandparents. My dad moved back to Ohio and I never had much of a relationship with him. My mom stayed in North Carolina, but moved to a different city. She had a nice job, a nice relationship, and she even got to visit her kids. I was always much closer to my mother than my father. A few years later, my mom lost her job and decided to move in with us to help take care of everyone

urbanization, my parents frequently would bring my two younger brothers and I to parks throughout the city. Playing on the jungle gyms, swinging on the swings, and just running around was such a normal part of my childhood. I spent countless hours breathing in fresh air, instilling me with a strong appreciation for the outdoors and a sense of inner peace in the outside world. As I aged, my parents allowed me to venture to the parks nearby by myself. However, I was rarely alone since frequently my younger

My Protectors “Family is like branches on a tree we may grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one.” When I think of this quote, I think a lot about my brothers. When I was younger I hated having three brothers. It was probably one of the worst things in my life. It was until I got older that I realized that they were there to protect me. Growing up with three brothers was a constant circus. I don’t think we ever did something that was nice and benefited all of us. Andrew, Cory

were told just like every other child about stranger danger. The only difference in my childhood as opposed to every other child in my neighborhood was my older brother. And he had a very large impact on my life. Salameh, or Sam for short, is a first generation Kuwaiti-American. While all of my schoolmates would head off to vacation with their American-dream family, people would always ask our family if Sam was my boyfriend tagging along on vacation. And when these people (waitresses, sales clerks

various chapters of my childhood, all I can remember is her. In those moments, I am a character shrunk to microscopic proportions, and she is the frightening giant towering over my entire universe. I become invisible. I collapse into myself, engulfed by my mother’s fury and love and contempt: all that threatened to tear me apart only to piece me together again with a soft “You know how much I love you, don’t you?” And don’t I? Had my mother’s disquieting presence in my childhood overshadowed completely