My Grandpa In My Life

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

I was born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa on February 22, 2002 to Matt and Rachel Eilers I was born at Mercy Medical Center. On the twenty third of February I got to go to my home at 7526 Cattail Ct. NE, Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My room had blue curtains; I still can remember it. My brother was born on October 11, 2006. At the age of 5 years old I had brain surgery due to my Chiari malformation. I went to kindergarten on August 20, 2008 at Holloway House. My preschool and kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Varn.

I was born on September 11of 2004 in Finley Hospital in the morning. I did not cry much and that is a good thing when I was hungry for food I would eat things like those mash potatoes, pudding cups, pancakes, waffles and sometimes I still eat them. I liked to play a lot so when I was little I loved to throw any type of ball like a tennis ball. Then I would break many things.

I was born in Craven Community Hospital in New Bern North Carolina on Thursday, May 23,1991. Craven Community Hospital is the only hospital in New Bern, both of my parents born in the same hospital. New Bern is a very small city in North Carolina many people have never heard of it, a lot of my family on both sides still live there. Like most cities in North Carolina, they are retirement cities, everything moves slow down there and there isn’t much for young people to do. Due to this, my parents moved from New Bern when I was about six months old, we moved to Maryland with my grandmother, my mom’s mother. We lived with her until my parents were able to get their own place. My grandmother loved that we had

I was born June 29 2000 to Michael and Shaunette Hurts. My parents. We lived in Virginia at the time. After Virginia my parents were stationed at Kentucky so we went to Kentucky. Lived there for a while in a house till I was 4 years of age. In Kentucky I had my first ever pet. My parents decided to give me a hamster instead of a dog. He was a small brown and white little pet. I was to give him a name so since I was 4 years old I thought dude was an efficient name. So dude was his name. After being in Kentucky for about

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

At first I had no idea why I hadn’t seen my dad in days and why I would have to take a long trip to Washington. After sometime my grandparents sat me down and informed me that my dad did something wrong and was going to jail. They also gave me the life-changing news that I was going to move in with them permanently and they were going to adopt me. After being adopted by my grandparents and taken from my father and home

On the 23rd of January in the year 2003, at around 1:00 in the afternoon at Kaiser Permanente San Francisco, I was born into the world. My parents, Frederick Torres Nangca and Rowena Aldana Nangca, and I first settled in my grandparent’s studio as a child. The space was small but open for the most part. From what I remember, the wall that was on the same side as the door had a drawer beneath the television where they kept most of their belongings. Just across from that was a blue couch that they had pushed up against the ten windowed wall. Next to the couch was a smaller beige dresser that held my grandfather’s extra clothes along with a few of my grandmother’s accessories. My grandmother and grandfather often held novenas and parties in honor of God.

July 26 2004 in Arlington Texas I was born. My parents Melvin and Maheshi Ruffin. My Dad born in Lake Charles , and my mom born in Sri Lanka. Growing up (1-3 years old) life wasn't like life was now we had a small house limited things so right now life was okay. I lived in a very strange neighborhood if I am remembering correctly, but when I say strange I'm talking about the people. In that neighborhood I don't remember the name so let's call it Cherrywood. The reason Cherrywood was so weird or strange was because of the people. The people in the neighborhood were so rude and strange when I at this I mean they would have Christmas decorations out in their lawn till summer, and if you were to offer to take them down they would snap at you so

I was born Christmas day in the small town of north oxford, Massachusetts. The year was 1821 and I was the 5th and last child of sarah and Stephen barton. We were a middle class family and my parents were hard workers who cared for me very much. I have four siblings , two sisters and two brothers, whos ages ranged from 10-17 when I was born. For years to come they woild teach me many skills, some which would help me later on.

I was born on September 26, 2003, at the Northridge Hospital. My mom had just rented an apartment for a roof to live. She wanted a fresh start for her new daughter, but we were only going to live there for a few years. She named me Janellie because the name Nellie runs in the family. My grandmother’s name was Maria Nellie, and many of my cousins are named Nellie as well. My father still wanted something unique for his first child. My mom already had a daughter with another person years before she met my dad. After a while, my parents decided on naming me Janellie.

On Monday, July 24th, 2000, at 1:28 p.m., at St. Alphonsus hospital in Boise, Idaho, I, Lynzee McKay Misseldine, was born. I am the first born of two. Nothing worth writing down happened until September 3rd of 2001. That was the day my little sister, Maelie, was born. Eight days later, the 9/11 terrorist attacks happened. That is the first thing I can remember. I was holding my sister on the couch with my mom. She saw it on the news, and she called my dad. Mostly, I had a really great childhood. The biggest event in my life thus far, occurred on July 25th, 2007. My mom passed away the day after my seventh birthday. I am positive I could write a whole page about that day in particular. I could tell you about how I had slept on the floor the

I was born June 21, 1999, at Rainbow Children’s Hospital. When I was born, my feet were bent crooked. I had to wear casts on both of my feet until I turned one year old. I still even have my casts to this day. My Aunt Tricia chose my full name, Deja Monae Kent. I do not know how, but my mom thought I was a little boy and she was going to name me Devante (NO, the doctors did not tell her incorrect information). I really do not know where Deja came from, but Monae came from this baby at our church. The first couple of years of my life were beautiful. I was passed around from family member to family member on my mother’s side of the family every week; they just could not get enough of me or my smile.

On August 25, 1997 I made my grand entrance into the world. I was born at North Methodist Hospital in Jackson, Mississippi. My first name came from a Garth Brooks song called Beaches of Cheyenne. My middle name Brook came from a country singer. After I was born I was in and out of the hospital. The doctors said I had asthma. When I was better and able to leave the hospital I was able to enjoy playing with my older sister. I remember being told the story that I pulled all of the toys out of the toy box and my sister and I got into the toy box. After we were in the toy box I bit my sister and acted like I did not do anything to her. I remember playing in the swimming pool, in front of the house. My sister and I would collect Ty Beanies Babies

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green