My Fear Of Holidays

In Christmas of 2004, the atmosphere was different. There are no pictures of little girls in red Christmas dresses digging through their stockings. I remember waking up with my cat storm and opening my presents, but this time not from Santa Claus, or my parents, but from my grandparents. During the end of 2003, my parents were going through a divorce due to actions of my biological mother. My grandparents were given custody of my sister and myself. In the year of 2004, I was hospitalized for my asthma 3 times. Imagine laying in bed weak, so weak you cannot pick up a glass of water, and you cannot breathe, it feels like your head has been stuck inside a plastic

From the ages of 8- 14, I lived in a very volatile home. Coming home from school, I never knew if it was going to be a quiet day in my house or if the entire house would be engulfed in screaming. I dreaded the weekends, that meant that everyone was going to be home. Everyone home meant that things could easily go up to flames in just a millisecond. I tried my best to never be home, I would spend the days with my friends. I knew that when I got home there was a 90% chance of everyone fighting. One day in the summer of 2012, things got too heated, and my mom finally decided to move. We packed up everything in a few hours while my stepfather was at work. We moved into my best friend’s home for a few days until we found an apartment within the school district to move into.

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

Samhainophobia is the fear of Halloween, and it affects people of all ages and ethnicities. When a fear, even a fear that starts off as rational, becomes intense and irrational to the point one goes into shock or cannot think it is considered a phobia. This particular phobia is one of the more common phobias, but it can still be fairly hard to diagnose. Samhainophobia is thought to affect eleven percent of people. To truly understand why this fear affects so many different people and age groups, it is imperative that one understands the history behind Halloween as well as the reasons behind fear itself and how it affects people, what treatments are effective and available to the general public.

I am the youngest of two daughters by two years, and live with my mom and dad. In my family, I’m the one who is the peacemaker. My family has taught me the importance of standing up for myself and others, and to be grateful for what I have. Both of my parents worked hard to give me the life I have now, and have taught me to work hard in life. My dad is a nephrologist, and works hard all day so that I don’t see him often, but when I do, he and I have a great time together. As a result of this, I value the time I spend with my family above almost everything else.

Any struggling that is created by the love you have for your family or friends is extra affecting because you love and care for them so much. It’s one thing as a kid to think something, but hearing it from a parent a different story because you now that it’s actually going to happen. Your parents

My grandparents came with me, and since I did not trust my parents, I was always glued to them. At times, when my parents wanted to talk to me, I would be stubborn, and when I did talk, I talked to them directly with bad manners. My parents wanted to take me to places and do activities together, but I would always stay home with my grandparents unless they went with me. This continued on for several weeks, until my grandparents had to go back to China. When they left, I felt abandoned and frustrated. They had spent the past five years raising me, and now they were leaving me behind with people I barely

When I was growing up, my family was like many other families, happy. Starting at age 6, I noticed a change between my parents because they started to not get along as well as they did before. No longer were they smiling at each eachother in the way you would to someone you cared deeply about. No longer did they laugh together as though someone would if you could see the world through their eyes. I felt my life was crumbling to pieces at such a young age, and there was nothing I could do about

They were not pleased with Snow though. They wanted to skin him and use him as a throw rug for the living room. I refused and refused until they allowed me to keep him. Now, today is my birthday and i am turning 15. I think today will be a good day. I want to go for a walk but I don't think that I can with my uncle and aunt. Ever since I have been here my food tasted different and different ever time. They are most likely poisoning me little by little. I keep thinking what happened on that island and my heart keeps getting even more clouded. People at my school keep asking me what it was like living on an island and I continue to tell them go see for yourself. I am getting tired of telling them the same thing every time. I hope today at school will be different. On this special day I will be even more distant. My aunt is calling me for breakfast but I don't eat allot of the food anymore. I eat only a few bites and I then leave. I got up and went to the door and I was stopped by the maid and she fixed my out fit, and then she said "you're growing up more

For the longest time Spike a 6-year-old boy spike was scared of clowns, it started when he walked in on his mom and dad watching a scary clown movie. Ever since then the poor little boy could not get over his fear. Poor little spike could not go to the circus, birthday parties or fairs.

Summer of 2016, I spent most of my time with my cousins because my sister had a boyfriend and did not have time for her little sister. That same summer my great-grandmother broke her femur bone so I was constantly helping my mother take care of her. This reminded me of my little brother and how I was not there to help my mom when he was alive. I felt guilty and sad for not being able to spend more time with him. In the summer 2016 I reconnected with my family in ways I had not in my past trips. I felt at home like old times. This time I did not wanted to leave

We didn’t know no one it was only my parents, my uncle and me,like the others years i expected to have toys or gifts like every christmas but being a kid i didn't really understand we were in a bad situation.This year was not like the others no christmas tree no gifts under the christmas tree everyone was quiet and kinda sad there was nothing i remember going to see my mom and ask her where was my gift and she look at me and took my hands and she didn't say anything i didn’t really understand what was really happening, my parents were making food to celebrate christmas i remember we were eating in the floor and my dad said “this year might not be the best one there’s maybe no gifts and we really struggling but those are only material things the importance it’s that we are together has a family’’ i will try to never forget those words since that day i just realised gifts in christmas it's only material the importance it's to be happy with your family and appreciate those

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t

The summer of 2016 was the year my parents wanted to do a family trip somewhere and I was so excited because today was the day they were gonna tell us where we were going. I was hoping somewhere warm like the beach or some sporting event like a Cavs game or something of that relation. My parents voice then interrupted my thoughts and I heard the words Cedar Point and I thought my heart stopped. For those of you who don 't know Cedar Point is one of the biggest roller coaster parks in the world or an other words for someone who is afraid of heights Cedar Point equals death. When parents told me my heart skipped a beat, at first I didn 't say anything and my parents were confused I guess they expected me to be excited. But the thing was I never really told my parents about this new recent fear I had because I knew that if I did I they would for sure make fun of me. So I tried to play it off and act like I was a little excited. After explaining the details of the trip to me and my sisters, my parents told me I could bring a few friends so I guess that made the trip a little bit better. So I called up some of my friends and they said they would be ready to go the next

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.