My Life Autobiography

I was born on December 13th, 1996 in humble Texas. At the time, my father was 17 years old, and my mom was 21. The 3 of us at the time lived in a single wide, ran down trailer in Cleveland Texas. Back then, the town was very grungy and quite frankly,

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

Born in Rowlett, Texas as the first born to my parents, I was raised in the city of Mesquite until the birth of my only sibling, a little brother two and a half years younger than myself and always considered the "baby," even in the current day. After his birth, my family moved to the sluggish city of Rockwall in 2003. We were a small family in a large house, with both parents working and good babysitters that did not abuse or neglect us few and far between.

Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others.(650 word limit)

I was born on April 12th 2001 in Jackson, Mississippi. My mom was married to my dad and I had 3 older brothers. Aaron, Kevin, and Drake. During the first three years of my life we stayed in Mississippi but eventually my parents arguments got worse so they decided to separate. That’s when my mom, my brother, and I moved to Colorado.

The feelings I experienced while doing this project were exploding from happiness to sadness. I was feeling emotions of happiness when I had to think back to my parents meeting in chapter 2. This was the start of my family, the birth of me and etc. I was also excited writing about my future for chapter 10 because that allowed me to create the person I want to be when I grow up. I was upset when I had to write chapter 7, which was a poem about the person I missed the most.

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

From my own personal experience, I can tell you that before my birth, there was absolutely nothing. Human beings are arrogant in that way, because they believe that the sun rises and the earth rotates, for their enjoyment alone. I can safely say that I am no exception. I like to think that my birth foreshadows my life, because after all, it started with a big bang.

Hi, I’m Jake, a seventeen-year-old boy with a lot of things left to see in life. Unfortunately, I died.

I may seem like an “average” teenager. And like any other, I have an annoying eight year old brother and a strict set of parents. I am a girl who writes in a blue-spotted diary just three times a month, and totally immersed in reading science-fiction books. Getting dressed for the day would be me wearing some sort of team shirt, most likely the New York Giants or the New York Yankees. I have a voracious appetite for science. When my birthday or Christmas rolls around, I beg my parents to get me some sort of robotic kit and coding to play around with. But even though I may seem like an “average” teen, one thing that separates me from others is that I have grit.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

I started out as a small skinny little blonde boy living in the suburbs of Chicago at my grandparents house with my parents Pat and Scott. My mother worked at a hair salon with her friends and was happier than ever, or so i thought. My father on the other hand was a truck driver driving all across the country. He was an alcoholic and was constantly getting into trouble and my fathers side of the family did nothing but enable him.

On February 26, 2005 at 7:12 A.M. in Menorah Medical Center, in Overland Park, Kansas I was born. I weighed 8 pounds 3 ounces and I was 20 ½ inches. The first people that came was my Grandma and Grandpa Bentley and my Uncle Ryan. Also my Grandpa and Grandma McNeely came. Everyone that came to visit me said I was really cute. At the Prince of Peace Catholic Church on May 22, 2005 I was baptized. My godparents are my Uncle Erik and Aunt Sandra. In 2008 my family and I moved to the house we currently live in now. When we moved into this house we actually got the paint this house because the last house was a rental to we couldn’t paint that house. But when we got the paint the house we really made the house our own.

They say you should keep an account of your life to see how far you have come and why you are who you are. My childhood created a connection to the earth and an internal compass that consistently returned me to a grounding of family.