My Journey Into Self Discovery

I was born in Fort Wayne, Indiana and I was the first child of my family. When I was one we moved to Arizona for a year. Then when we moved back to Indiana my sister was born, and now I have three brothers and three sisters. My life has taken taken some twists and turns and now I live in Grand Rapids, Michigan as a manager of agents for artists, performers and athletes.

The way the story begins is probably the same as others. Obviously you are born and raised somewhere. Well my story began in Worcester Massachusetts. I was born on January 15th, 1995, to wonderful parents who people might think is not your usual mix. My mother is from the Dominican Republic and my father is from Ecuador. Yes, I know, the weirdest mix ever but it brought me into this world, so I'm proud.

I was born on September 17th, 1978 at Cedar Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, CA. My Parents, Raul and Mirta Pascual, had immigrated from Argentina a few years before I was born. We were living in La Puente, CA when I was born, but when I was about two years old we moved to San Dimas, CA. While Living In San Dimas, CA I attended Gladstone Elementary School, Lone Hill Intermediate School and San Dimas High School, where I graduated in 1997.

I was eleven years old. My brothers were nine and seven. None of us understood what was happening when dad hit mom. We all believed it was normal. Every relationship has ups and downs, trying to decide who will do the dishes or sweep the floors, hitting was part of it too. Looking back on it, I should have never blamed my mother.

I was born May 10th, 1903 to a single mother and an absent father. When I was just an infant my mother fled with me to Dorrance. An austere little town huddled on a windy prairie in north-central Kansas.

Since birth, my life has been very hard to understand but I've always been very open to whoever wants to know about it. On January 13, 2003 I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My parents were Anita Gomez and Billy hunt. I then moved to Georgia a while later, and then made my way to Calhoun.

I was born in Dallas, Texas. I lived with my mom, Amanda, my dad, Bill, and our dog Sophie, in Rowlett, Texas. My mom was a teacher at Rowlett Elementary and my dad was an athletic trainer at Lakeview High School. Since my dad was the athletic trainer at Lake View, I got to go to every home football game, until I was about four years old. At the age of four, I started kindergarten.

I was born in Guatemala, a rather small but modern country in Central America. I personally lived a tough childhood because I was raised by my mother. My father left us because he was not mentally prepared to raise and care a child. My mother was a Biology teacher at Colegio El Sagrado Corazon , which is a private school for girls in the capital of the country, Guatemala City.

My mother was looking for a fresh start after my father's abusive acts became too much for her to bear. He never touched me or my sister, Hannah, in any harmful way but he and my mother would go at it almost every night. My mother would be left with a black eye and a swollen lip. I pretended like I didn't know what was going on. I regret that now.

My mom had discovered that my father had a drug addiction. There had been rehab attempts, time periods when things got better, and always it ended in more arguments and disappointment. As

fifteen years old at the time that this happened. I grew up with an abusive

The things that I read about weren’t very new to me and I wasn’t surprised by much of what I read. Despite the fact that I don’t have many questions regarding this reading I recognize the importance of asking questions. In class you instructed us to “ Ask questions and begin to find different answers in order to improve our learning experience.” The only thing that truly shocked me was in Something Torn and New and the author stated that lynched men were often castrated. My question to that would be why is something like that not a well known fact? Also, what was the purpose of this? I also would like to know why a lot of our history is not taught in elementary, middle, and high school? Why must a black person wait until they reach college to be taught about the ancestors in a school setting? I don’t think that's fair, because in school white people are heavily taught about their ancestors. I wish I was taught more than the bare minimum about my ancestors.

My life was not much of an interesting one, but there were some events in which not many people know of. I was born in Palm Springs in August 19, 1999. Most of my life I have lived in Desert Hot Springs. I travel a lot in my childhood, mostly to Mexico in a small city named El Bajio. El Bajio is a small city near Aguascalientes. The world I live in is an opportunity goldmine. Not many people take advantage of this many opportunities. I feel like my childhood make me into who I am because when I was two years old, my mom was taken away, so we had to go to where she was taken. At the time I was very scared and did not know what was happening. Now a days I remember that moment and it reminds me how important family is to me. A personal accomplishment would be the time in middle school when I earned three medals(AVID, perfect attendance, and for A’s and B’s).

An average collee kid trapped with his secrets and addicted to his joys in life that is who i am. I was born in Davie Florida on Septembet 9, 1996. My life ever since then has been a rollercoaster filled with accomplishments, failures, and faults. From being a top competetor in basketball and mixed martial arts to not passin a basic high school class, because i was just to lazy and procrastinated like a dumbass. Music helps me express all of these thing my failures, my bad times, my terrible, hidden sides, and my favorite things to do.

The first half of my life was a difficult time for my family. My mother, who married at fourteen, was raising seven children almost single handedly. Throughout those years, we lived in many different places, some of which include, Motel 6, Ramada, Super 8, and not to mention the comfort of a 1999 maroon Chevy Malibu. Although my memory is vague, when looking back, I always recall plenty of yelling, arguments, and aggression, the majority of it coming from my father directed to my mother.