My Family : The Story Of My Parents

For the past seventeen years of my life minus a few months, I have lived in the United States. I grew up skiing and bicycling in Grand Rapids, Michigan, until my family decided to move all the way out west to Flagstaff, Arizona. Many eleven-year-olds might become stubborn and defensive in response to such a massive, life-changing move, but I remember embracing it because I was with my family, and I was ready to face any obstacle that unveiled itself to me because I knew that my late comedic father, my worrisome mother, and my troublesome brother would be right by my side. As we made the two-day drive from Michigan to Arizona in our SUV together, we watched the numbers on the odometer crawl up more and more until there were 2,000 more miles on the car than there were when we started, and we

I look up to my parents and hope to be like them one day. They are both determined,dedicated and hardworking. My mom doesn't speak English that well but she made it her goal to learn English. When my mom has a goal, she never gives up and I admire that. She taught me to never give up and don't care what haters say. My dad took us to America to give us a better life. He provided us with a house,food, Clothes, and many more. I am very grateful and lucky. He taught me to be respectful and always try my best in school.

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

Your life is changed every day and there are many points to your life. One point of my life is that family is the most important thing. Family is an important factor of everyone’s life, it’s who you are and who you have become today.

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.

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

History is defined as the study of the science of humanity in the past. It's a broad subject that spans over countless people groups throughout the years that the world has been around. Even before the times we have written word history was still being made, and it is still extremely important. We tend to forget that in our average day to day lives we are still making history. That all over the globe everyone is taking part in what might be in a history book someday.

No matter the age, children are always precious human beings in this world and leaving them for just a few minutes can be a life changer, such as something unspeakable that can happen to them at any given time. When having a tight schedule parents don’t tend to think clearly, especially if they’re in a rush. Any parent would want their children to have a safe healthy life, knowing that they are in good hands. Leaving a child from the ages 0-10, by themselves shouldn’t be an option to consider. Children at those ages like to explore and figure out no things, even like to wander off, that isn’t safe for anyone, especially as little as they are.

It was a sunny afternoon, after school, towards the end of my seventh-grade school year. When I came home and walked through the door, I went to the table to start doing my homework. About five minutes in, there was another unfamiliar family ready to walk out of my house. I thought nothing of it. Maybe it was just some family friends of my parents and they were here to help with something. I was in the midst of working on math homework when my dad called my sister and I into the other room. Both my parents were in another room, paying bills. I remembered this because they had told me to keep quiet. At first, I thought, I was about to be grounded. Typically, my sister and I are only called together because she had told on me for something. I was prepared for the usual “Leave your sister alone” talk. Except this time, my father’s voice was not angry. It was more sad, almost expressionless. My sister was the first to walk into the other room, myself following behind. “Sit down, we need to tell you something important.” My mom was sitting next to him, so then I knew whatever I was about to be told was something serious. Short after my dad said this, my sister followed with saying, “Is Anthony in trouble?” “Shut-up, Kristina,” I said angrily. “No, neither of you are in any trouble,” said my mom. Before I had any time to ask her why I was here if I was not in trouble, she said “Dad had just lost his job.”

“The apple does not fall far from the tree” is an understatement for me. I am proud to say that my parents has contributed vastly to who I am today. Being an only child, people typically believes the child will be spoiled and have independency issues. Not I, despite my parents’ relentless loving tendencies, I was taught how to stand on my two feet. Learning the importance of education was engraved into me at a young age.

I must have been about 4 years old when my family and I came across a cat, he was black and white in color and dirty from being outside. He was standing in the middle of a dirt road and froze in fear when our car pulled up to him. My mother, seeing as she is rather courageous, decided she wanted to save him. My grandmother was very much against this idea, what if he's sick, what if he has rabies? This is one of my earliest memories so my recollection of this is like a dream, just bits and pieces crocheted into one mishmash of a story. I say this because after that point the next thing I remember is being at home with this cat and they had put him in the sink to wash him. He looked rather young and was thin, I couldn't tell you if that was because he was outside or if that was because he was wet, maybe both. I also couldn't tell you if they took him to the vet and got him checked out, and as sure as I am that they are responsible enough to do that, I couldn't tell you for sure. They later named him Gus. Yes, like an old man, I wonder how my younger self felt about it, I kind of like it now.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.

From the time I was a young child through today, I have been part of a different family. A family that has similar qualities of love, understanding, growth and development, but also a family that instills leadership, resiliency, determination and giving back. This family is not just my primary family, it is my 4-H grown family. From my journey in 4-H and the teachings of this family, I have learned invaluable life lessons that have led to some of my most life- changing moments.

Our world seems to be filled with lots of hate lately, but our world seems to be an almost perfect place with my parents influences on me. My parents try their best to always protect us from the hurt, and danger in the world. My parents gave us life, and they couldn’t give us an any better life than the one that we have now. Even when they want something they always make sure that our needs are always put first, before their own. All parents, i believe try to make their kids into everything that they wanted to be and everything that they wants us to be. All they ever want to do is to see their kids succeed in life. They care about us, even when people don’t think their parents care about them, they should just know that they do, because

In the beginning of my life, my parents were always there for me when I needed them and we bonded a lot. I love my parents with all my heart. My father Terry Osburn has been married to my mother Darlene Osburn for a loving 35 years. My father has taught me many things in life. He is a great man. He will try his best to do anything for me. My mother is wonderful women. She is the best mom anyone could ask for. Her love is endless for me. She is the type of women that would give you the cloths of het back if you needed them. I have a wonderful