My Childhood - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

At a mere age of ten, seeing trees and mountains pass by through the window of a speeding car. Sitting in the back of the van with the radio blaring and yelling of four other kids. A mix of emotions, happy, sad, excited. We were moving to North Carolina. That was six short years ago. It wasn’t until I turned 15 that I realized, my life is flying by. I had just been in the fifth grade in a very small school. I was excited to explore what else this big world had to offer. I had known I loved the mountains. I was very excited to meet new people and live in a different climate. Over all I loved the idea.

April 13, 2010 was the day that my life had completely changed. My dad came home from a long day at work and had some excited news, at least that’s what he said. I remember when my dad walked into the house and told my mom the news first, I will never forget the look on her face. My siblings and I knew the news could not possibly be good by my mom 's expression. My dad told my brothers and I that we are moving to California because he had received a promotion. We had lived in Georgia for seven years of my life. I was so familiar with the land and every Sunday my family and I would go to the mall. We would eat ice cream, go shopping and later watch a movie. We lived in a gated community and they were like my second family. I was very distraught when my father had told me the “good” news. I had to leave my friends, family, and all of my memories in Georgia.

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

The next day we went to their house to say our goodbyes, for some reason still thinking its a joke. We walk in and see

When we arrived at her house we went to her bedroom and played all kinds of games: hide and seek, silent game, Wii, Mario Kart, etc. When my mom went to pick me up with my brother I begged her if I could stay a little longer and after a lot of begging, she said yes. She and Emely’s mom went to the kitchen and started cooking while Emely’s dad watched my brother, Emely and me play in front of the house. Her house was on top of a hill and we had the bright idea of playing hide and seek in the hill, keep in mind that the pavement was wet and I was wearing Crocs, very

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.

When I was little my family and I lived in a suburban area by the coast. It was a beautiful place filled with sunshine warm beaches and happiness. My life wasn’t the best back then I was always quiet and anti-social, pulse had little friends and family. But overtime I grew tired of

Where to start? I was born on September 27, 1996 and have lived here in Santa Rosa all of my life. I have a happily married mother and father and a twenty three year old sister with whom I am all very close with. My family is my rock and I depend on them heavily in my day to day life. For the first seven years of my life we lived in a tiny two bedroom house in a great neighborhood full of kids I went to school with. After that we moved to a larger house, where we all still live, to accommodate my sister and I as we became older. I believe I am honest to say that I have had a very good life so far. However, as you will read, my whole life is not filled with sunshine and daisies. With all the good memories I have come the bad ones, and I am learning to appreciate whatever life throws at me as I become older.

I stayed at the same school, Standiford, for two years then when I needed my friends the most I switched schools. I soon made new friends and in turn a new group to lean on and to have for support. Everything was looking up and things started getting better, that we until the summer when I was going to start the sixth grade. Over summer my mom told my brother and I that she had meet someone and that we were going to move, to the mountains. Just when I felt at home, safe, and that my life was looking up all of the blocks I built over the years came crashing down and I had to start all over. We moved up to the mountains and I hated my mom, at the time for what she was doing to my brother and I. Thankfully it didn’t last long, we were out of there in a week, an incident occurred and we left. We had nowhere to go and we didn’t know what to do. Then, my aunt called and we moved in with her, my uncle, and cousin in Lodi. I was still upset that I wasn’t home, in Modesto, but at least I was with family. About half way through the school year my mom gets a call from a friend in Modesto for a job offering, this was the happiest day of my life, so we packed up and moved back down to Modesto with my

I never really liked the town. All I saw was store after store and never really appreciated the small things. All cared about was looking for what could I do with my friends. I was a spoiled brat with no sense of the outside world. My friends and I would get into trouble throw rocks at cars. We tore up our neighbor’s potatoes to play baseball and other ball related sports. It wasn’t until I moved to Denmark when I was 8 when I relished how lazy. I saw kids my age at my school got home to work on their parent’s farm work. where I would just go home and watched TV and complain. It was my father that finally had enough of my shenanigans and sent me to go pick stones in a field for a week. I hate him for 3 days as I sweated and worked only for 3 hours a day. It wasn’t until a kid my age named Drake showed me how much fun it was. Drake and I would hold competitions with each other to see who could find the bigger rock. He would always win sadly; I still think he cheated and brought rocks in his backpack he had found in the quarry near his

I hadn’t noticed how silent neighborhoods could be on a Saturday afternoon until I had walked through enough that were not my own. I remember one day, and one neighborhood in particular. The weather was good for the first time since winter, the sky cloudless and so enormous and blue that it made everything else feel hollow. One neighborhood had a wide street, with no curbs, and sidewalks covered in gravel that made a hot, echoing sound underneath my shoes as I walked.

My family had to make a tough decision. We either, move down to Florida and help my Grandma recoup and get back on her feet, or stay in Colorado away from the family when they need us the most. My parents made the decision to move down to Florida. We got down there and it wasn’t what we thought it would be. It was far worse. We weren’t happy like we thought we would be. So, January of my sophomore year, we moved back to

The summer going into 8th, it was both a joyful and unhappy summer. Unfortunately, my grandpa died in at the very end of my 7th grade year, only a few days before school got out. My grandma and grandpa lived in a large house in Spring Lake only a few blocks away from the beach, and when my grandpa passed it was just my grandma living there by herself. Coincidentally, my neighbors who lived right behind us were selling their house and moving to South Carolina. We talked to my neighbors before anyone else looked at the house because we knew that the situation could not be more perfect. Our neighbors were friendly but we were never really that close to them because they were older and quiet, but we knew that the house would be a perfect spot for my grandma to live so we can help her out. Our family knew that our grandma needed out help and she did not want to live alone, this move was great for everyone. It was settled and in about a month my grandma would be my new neighbor.

At 6 years old, I was invited to a friend’s house after school. Of course I was eager; it was the first time I had ever been in to anyone else’s house without my parents. Young me was just happy to be around new people and the anticipation was eating away at me. I remember that day being excruciatingly long. As soon as the bell rang