My Family Memories

The unpacking took a long time we had to pick our rooms and then bring our things in them. I picked the upstairs room, it had a bathroom and a big closet. The room was isolated from the rest of the family and in my old house our rooms were close by each other, so I moved to a room down stairs since it felt weird. It was odd living in a new place, at least at my grandma’s house I had visited it before. It was different having a basement since in Florida if you dug out a basement it would flood with water from the sea. It took awhile but we finally unpacked all our things and it was almost time to start school. We got my sister and I enrolled for school at Horizon Elementary School. The rest of that summer went fast, before I knew it I was going to my first day of school of fourth grade. I started to make new friends and it turned out it wasn’t so bad to move to

I remember the rattling and squeaking of the bunk beds as we jumped around laughing. My room was basic except the bunk beds that I found fun in many different ways from jumping off the top into pillows to pretending the floor was lava with my siblings, those memories will never leave my mind. With my brother, David Gaipo Junior, being ten years older than me it was hard to connect at times, but I could look up to him and learn without him even knowing. One difference was that, my brother and I had different mothers with that obstacle I only saw him every weekend if I felt lucky.

My old house was a huge part of my childhood. I lived there for 10 years. All of my childhood memories were made at.

I lived in a small trailer home with my mom, dad, older brother and younger brother. I loved that little trailer, even if it was not the best, I still called it home. Even though I loved that place, there were times when I noticed that my parents would struggle financially and they wanted us to have more than a little home, they wanted the best for us. There were also personal difficult obstacles we had to overcome as a family. As a result, my mom went back into college to study for a Registered Nurse. I didn’t spend as much time with my mom as one child wishes they could, but I knew she was working lots of hours and going to class just to be able to give us the life she thought we deserved. The same applies for my dad, I knew he would come home from work in pain, exhausted, but he was doing it all for his kids. As I was growing up and noticing these things about them, I began to admire them and loved how

I love that house we had so many memories in that house we group up there. I still remember my room. My room was decorated as princesses. What I love the most about my house was that my house was six blocks from my first elementary but once we move schools our house was only three block away from juanita jones elementary. When I was in 5th grade I came home one day and my parents and my neighbors had received a letter from the government saying that we had to move houses because they were going to expand the freeway so my parent started to find other houses I was sad about leaving I love that house I had so many memories. My house was next to a small liquor store call Bob's market. My sisters and i would always go to Bob's market before we went to school he would always give us free candy we still go and visit bob and his wife since our house is nearby but we don't visit as much.

As a child, our home was a place anyone was welcomed in, thus as the saying goes, “Mi casa es su casa.” While my parents were married, we lived in a one story blue colored house with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 3 living rooms, 1 dining room, an attic, garage, porch, pool and backyard. Upon entry into the house from the front door you stared into a long hallway. Immediately to the left was 1 of 3 living rooms, where we occasionally ate Dominos thin crust pizza in the late hours of the day and watched TV and movies as a family. We had a 7-piece oak entertainment center with a built in aquarium, where we kept Ceaser our

I felt that my parents dragged me to a place where I didn’t want to be. The three of us moved to NYC, and the first three months we were all compacted into one single bedroom, trying to start a new life. It was a drastic change from the way we lived back in Colombia, each having their own separate bedroom.

At age two, after my mom saved enough tips, we moved into the white shack on the corner, across the street from a greasy breakfast joint. The house that hadn't been lived in for over 15 years. It adopted many rats, insects, and had no decent plumbing or electrical system in place. My mom single-handedly reconstructed this rat-shack and it became our make-shift home. My bedroom ceiling leaked over my head and I'd often sneak into my mom's bed which was placed in the dining room. Our living "room" was the size of a small school bathroom. It smelt like one

Grandma and Grandpa are probably some of the most amazing people in the world. I am really blessed to be so close with grandma and grandpa. Both distance wise and relationship wise. I don’t even know where to start. Between all the cooking lessons, rock shows, R.V. shows, birthdays, track meets, concerts, holidays, dinners, snakes, shopping trips and so on I have a lot of ground to cover in not a lot of time. I’ll start with the cooking lessons.

The environment in which I was raised was not the prettiest of sceneries, but it was filled with a lot of love. My family and I grew up in a compacted cul de sac with 5 houses each one broke down and very little no more than two bedrooms. Despite not the best living conditions the neighborhood was very peaceful and quiet. There was never no problems, fighting, or arguments between neighbors, we were like a enormous group of friends. One memory that I will always remember is when before my family moved to San Antonio all of us threw a barbecue just because it was going to be our last time seeing them. After that barbecue I realized that you can’t be happy until you love what you got. When we moved to San Antonio our family started having our ups and downs due to the fact that transitioning from state to state was hard.

At the age of 4 or 5 we moved down the road from my grandmother, in a nice 2 bedroom brick house, one bath, where I am currently living now. It was only my mom, dad & I living there for about 10 years, then my mom ended up getting pregnant & had another child. It caused the house to become a little cramped up as my sister got older. More

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

When home comes to mind I think of my home town, so small it can’t even be considered a town, Matawan, New Jersey. As a kid when I would say where I was from people would automatically look at me with a bewildered face and ask “Where is that?”. Being in a small town there has been some advantages like knowing everyone in my around two hundred and seventy person graduating class. Playing sports in a small town allowed me to develop friendships from a young age that will last a lifetime. By growing up in a small town and a small school, there was a definite sense of community. I remember when a classmate was diagnosed with cancer our small school rallied together and organized multiple fundraisers to try and pay for a treatment in Germany for

It is no doubt about it that everyone has somewhere that they have adapted to long enough to call it there home! A place they can relax and really be their selves, for some it may have been their grandparents house, aunties house or wherever they felt comfortable. Well I of course felt comfortable in my own home, a four bedroom house on the west side of North Miami. My home in Miami was perfect I had my own room, I was very comfortable there, and it was a place to get away from the world.

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.