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My Family Essay

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I knew from a young age that my family was what one would call, special. This “special” was my normal and my normal was no one else’s normal. Not a day has gone by that I have not been thankful for my Dad and his brothers, they have hard exteriors, but they’re mush on the inside. They are “professional idiots” my Mom would always say. My Dad always told me about his fun childhood. Trouble was something he chased, but always in good fun. When we were driving out to Nebraska to drop me off at school, we went past his old house. I have never seen my Dad this giddy about something in my eighteen years. The expression on his face when all these memories rushed from the back of his mind to the front, was one I will never forget. “That’s the curb that I scraped my heal on and that’s the house of the people who helped me to the hospital.” We drove down the street some more, “There used to be a drive-in theatre here, I would go every weekend. And down that street was my first girlfriend’s house.” My Dad could have talked for hours. He wanted the same for me and my sisters, it was important to him to make our lives’ as much as an adventure as his life was and still is. With help from his brothers, my life has been pretty amazing. I remember bringing friends to family functions and they always leave with a funny look on their face. Is that good or bad? I don’t know, but do I care? No. Some of my most vivid memories were from the Halloween season. We took it pretty seriously.

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