My Childhood - Original Writing

My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.

When I was 11, my parents were battling in an ugly divorce. I wasn't seen as a kid because for a brief moment I became an adult that could make tough life changing decisions. As a child , I was confused on what was happening. I didn’t understand why my mom was gone one day, returned the next and then  just gone. I couldn't comprehend why police officers would regularly come to my broken home. The gruesome divorce and after period was an emotional roller coaster that never ended until today. It was difficult to adapt to the new lifestyle with a new single mom. I vividly remember having to sleep on the floor for months , having an empty naked white fridge and having to support my single mother every night as she dealt with depression. Although, life was hard I stayed strong, supported my sisters and accepted the new life I  was given.

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

From working several jobs at a time to make sure I had everything I needed, she became the reason why I was raised the way I raised. The lesson that “ I should treat everyone like the most important person in the world because I will never know when I might need them” was engraved in my head was owned by my mother. Sometimes she would tell me that she had holes in her socks and I knew it was due to most of her money going towards my private school tuition in order for me to be able to have the best education I could get. My mother is my background, my identity, interest, and talent. She is truly the one that has set me up for success, regardless of how fatigued or overworked she is. She is the person who truly defines who I am and who I have become to this

You know growing up I never had a “fairytale” childhood. My parents fought, my sisters and I didn’t get along. Yes, I know that we had good times. I am aware of that. But it just got really hard some days. And that is what threw me into a funk. Then when I

I lived with my grandmother for the first half of my life. She practically raised me. Everyone in our village would talk about how much she spoiled me. She would go out of her way to get what I needed. One day I was playing with my friends, there was food in the house but I just wanted to eat snacks. I complained and whined about it until I got what I wanted she made my uncle go all the way into the city to buy me some snacks even though I could’ve just eaten what was in the house. She was a part of me. We had so much in common. My mom wasn't unable to raise me because she was living in America.

My childhood was fun I spent my mornings in the classroom, I started going school at the young age of 4, my afternoons were spent playing and hanging around my friends, and my evenings with my siblings and cousins. A couple of my cousins lived with us for a while during that time. My mom was the one caring for them since their parents were not around. When my aunt and uncle returned to claim their kids that is when my entire life would change forever. They came for their kids and were filing paperwork to move the United State of

My mother’s characteristics that never let me be alone were so crucial to my recovery because thanks to her I got over the death of my beloved dog. This experience helped me understand that my mother would never leave me alone while I am dealing with something very hard. She helped understand that I was never alone, and that she loved me very much.

My childhood was not always the most glamorous or the most exciting, but we dealt with what we had and learned to appreciate what was in front of us. I remember as a child the things my Mother would always tell me and my older brother “Kids, we may not have all the riches in the world, but I will always do what I can to make you both happy”. Growing up without a Father figure was rough and my Mother struggled to raise two boys but eventually, my Step-Dad came along and things did eventually start to get better.

When I was born, I was raised by a wonderful father and mother. Even though we never had a money to afford things that most people buy for their child they still pulled it off. I was raised in a family of four with two brothers and parents. It wasn’t easy because we were living in my uncle’s house, but something changed after the fact I was born. My father ended getting a job that he loved, my mom started working in a bakery shop and both of my brothers went to school and I was just alone with my uncle and aunt. By the age 6 I attended Cromack Elementry and I was so excited to meet new friends and did fast because I was never a shy person I am more of a outgoing type of guy. Towards the end of kinder my dad finally bought our family a small

At a glance my life, specifically my early childhood, looks and will continue to look pretty easy. An upper-middle class, suburban, white kid, with two loving and supportive parents, grandparents to match - it all seems just peachy. On the outside it looks like everything has come easy to me, school, sports, friends, etc. No bumps in the road, all smooth sailing. However, from my point of view - on the inside - quite the contrary is true. I am where I am today because of one, very specific, reason.

I didn’t have the most normal childhood that there was to have. I had more family issues than a child under the age of 5 should probably have for proper development. My biological mother couldn 't ever behave like a responsible adult and most of the time couldn 't afford to feed me and take care of me, so she would drop me off with my different family members and I would bounce around from place to place, week to week; Because of this, I moved from Medford, Oregon to Colby, Kansas when I was 6 years old. At first, it seemed like a bad dream. I was thrown into a life with people, my birth-father and step-mom, who I had never met or even talked to before, and now I was being forced to live with them. I felt scared and nervous, like I was a poor animal in a cage with no way out. I had to adapt to love them and treat them like they were my “real” parents, which they were, but to me they didn 't seem like it. Nothing seemed right and I knew I needed someone to make things easier; then I met Hayden, a fun, chubby, and bubbly little kid, who I knew because our parents were friends. Hayden became my best friend, when we were both six, for what would be the next 13 years and is continuing to be a great friendship. We’ve had some great memories and adventures and hopefully have more to come. He taught me how important it was to have a friend like that and to always have someone that I could be close to and be myself with.

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 had put so many hours of hard work and time into. I feel spoiled to death living in this house especially when I think back to what it was like growing up in an old worn out farmhouse.

Born on October 16th, 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 knocked unconscious by a wild colt; controlled by rabies. I was pushed into a deep coma for 3 weeks. Around the age of 13, my family moved to Falkenberg, Sweden; attempting to escape their troubled past. One which they

“My lifestyle will go with me to my grave,” I thought as I took a sip of my Moscato, sitting at the bar during happy hour in Saltgrass Steak House talking on my cell phone with Akie D. “Man, I’ve been fucking up behind Ingrid’s back bro. I really don’t know what I’m going to do about my latest situation with Ingrid. I have really been acting strange lately.”