The day my family and I moved here to Moreno Valley I never expected the things I would learn and how much I would change. I was around ten when my family decided to pack up and move from our home in Santa Ana. We came here around winter and we never experienced so much cold. before. We were so surprised that even the water in the garden hose was frozen. I remember going to my first day in my new elementary school. I was quite nervous when we arrived. On that day plenty of things didn't go as I thought they would. I'm able to recall that day quite well actually. "Excuse me, Mrs. Torres, your new student is here." The nice lady said as she walked inside. I trailed behind her silently contemplating if I should run back to the office with my parents. It was a scary thing going to a new school where you knew no one. I stopped in front of her and stood there stiff as stone and with my eyes glued to the ground as she spoke with the teacher. I knew if I looked up I would be met with the eyes of the whole class, and that was something I wouldn't enjoy at all. The teacher was currently in middle of a lesson when I arrived. 'Great. Late on my first-day, that's a great way to start off my day.' I thought a bit mad that I had to walk into class almost an hour late. Not mentioning the fact that it was already the second quarter of the school year. The teacher looked down at me and greeted me with a smile, although me being a shy introverted child. I barely returned the smile back.
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Even tho many are lucky to have their parents together and grow up in one family that was altogether, I was lucky to grow in a divorced family and I say lucky because I have become stronger because of this situation and even tho I have become stronger, I have also learned to cut off the slack off myself. I grew up with 3 older male siblings and we were not the type to get along and share, some of us would help each other and the older tell the younger how to survive through different circumstances but I was left out.
Growing up as a kid, the people I looked up to the most were my parents. As I got older I started to realize how much I started to influence my sister's and started becoming a role model to them. My family growing up hasn't been the greatest family or really even a normal one from what I think a family should actually be. ️
My personal narrative has to do with my journey alongside my family in an event that we all faced. When I was in fourth grade my father got cancer. I am not over protective of the fact that he did, in fact I am quite open on the subject. If they haven’t forgotten, then my friends know, and classmates at the time did know. In this way it is very personal, but also a shared story. As I stated earlier, my father got cancer when I was in fourth grade. This can certainly be considered an unusual childhood. I do not think that many children have had their parents go through cancer when they were around this age. My family spent lots of time in this situation. We were open with this fact, and people had helped us. My fourth grade class
When I first looked for a topic, it was harder than I thought. As I picked up my pen and paper everything evanesced. When the topic searching wasn’t going well, I tried to define the word family. Ooh did I think long and hard, but realized that everybody’s definition was personal and different based on their feelings and memories. I thought long and hard into my family history and adorned the memory of our vacation to South Dakota, along with the activities attached to the trip. In my family narrative, I will be explaining a family trip to Mt. Rushmore, Kalahari, and the wild experience of standing in a glass box staring down from the Willis Tower, trying to unlock my personal definition of the word family. Now, let’s jump to the exhilarating trip to South Dakota!
Everything was about to change, we wouldn’t order take-out on Sundays, it was a big deal, I was losing my best friend, the only father figure I have ever had so far. I watched him taking all of his stuff out of the apartment, I was getting more and more mad. Wasn’t our beautiful relationship enough to make him stay? I even blame myself I thought I had done something wrong, maybe wearing his clothes and leaving them all messy, I apologize and swear not to do it again, but it didn’t matter the decision was already made.
It was the first day of third grade. I was so excited to go back to school, to see some new faces and old friends. I woke up before my alarm clock went off just to pick out my outfit and make sure everything looked perfect. My older sister and I walked down to the bus stop, and had a short conversation with our neighbor before my bus came first and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.
Family is one of the most important relationships that an individual will encounter in his/her lifetime. I have often times heard the saying “blood is thicker than water” and I do agree that this quote is truthful. Many families share the same blood and the connection is very deep. Even families that do not share the same blood have deep connections that make them family. Family can be immediate or distant and can originate in many shapes or forms. In this paper I will observe my personal, immediate family and share some characteristic as well as describe in what way it relates to the family systems that we have encountered in this class until this point.
It all happened in high school. I remember graduating from Southern Hills Middle School and feeling the excitement of thinking that by the time the summer was gone I would be a high school student. Summer was gone in a flash and I couldn’t believe that I would start school so soon! I could not fall sleep the night before the first day of school. I felt nervous and happy at the same time, because I didn’t know what to expect or how high school was going to be for me.
I have always had this special porcupine necktie that my uncle Pete gave me which reminded him of all of the fun times we had together before I left for Arizona. I was living in a small town when the day of my life, finally came.
My family and I were off to visit our grandparents in Lituya Bay,Alaska.It was just me,Lilian, my brother,Joesph,mom and dad.I had a normal life and a loving family.Just that my brother and I didn’t get along with each other.As we got there it looked windy and cold and there was no sun.It stayed like that for three days.My grandparents house was huge.It had three floors.I got to have my own room.
I consider myself very lucky based off the childhood I had, but, that doesn't mean everything was outstanding for me. I've had uncountable ups and downs, i've had friends that have come and gone, and school was definitely no ride for me. One thing I have had ever since I was a baby, is a one of a kind family, and I can guarantee you no one has one like this. My family is definitely not small in any means, one thing that makes this family so special is that we are not biologically related but related through putting our faith in Jesus Christ. We are one as a whole, but, the one thats had the major impact on me is our smaller family, and that small family would be none other than my church family.
No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another
One Day my family and I was sitting around talking planning things we will do one day when it's time to do a family fun day. So she started saying if I decided to take yall somewhere where yall would like to go.so im guessing we was all thinking like mom we are young we don't know to many places. So we just started naming places as in six flags, Alabama Adventures, and the water park. So we all started yelling water park just because we all liked playing in water. So we got up the next day and she say everyone get up i'm taking you to the water park we was over excited. So we it was time for us to leave so we started calling friends that we would like to go with us. So we all got dress and started heading down to the water park. When we got there we didn't even give our parents time to give us our wristbands we just started running and getting on rides. I have to say that day we really enjoyed ourselves that day one good childhood memory.
I am a unique person, or at least I like to believe it. My family and I share many of our characteristics; this fact is most likely due to our upbringings and the similarities between my siblings’ and mine, and the fact that my parents were the ones to raise us. My family is extremely intelligent and we are just as stubborn. We are a lazy, fun, and creative family as well.
I grew up in a small family in India. There were a plenty of things that I was able to learn from my family. I wouldn’t be here, where I am now, without my family. Family defines the most important things in this world. Family is the place where everyone can learn and express the things they learn. I’m grateful for my family. But I still remember the time my parents told me that “we are going to America, the land of dreams.” I was only thirteen years old then. All those years, I lived in my own country, and quickly moving to America was really hard for me. When I came to know this, it was really shocking to me, I couldn’t stop thinking about my life in America. I never stopped to think about the people I was leaving behind, my companions,