My Life Experience

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

When I got upstairs, my dad was not home so I went up to the garage to wait for him. When he pulled up, his face was pale, he was sweating as if he was a dog, and was complaining about chest pain. I ran downstairs as fast as I could and told uncle Terri (former

“unresponsive” “ mom” “ambulance”, that was all it took for me to realize that my grandma’s unresponsiveness the previous day was not a one time thing and that was one of the scariest things I have ever heard. My mom must have heard the faint sound of the bed because not long after awaking, I heard her voice come near as she told me in a frantic but equally as calm voice that everything was going to be alright. And at the time, I believed it.

I had just turned seven, pay parents had freshly moved into Maryland and were getting familiar to this new state. One day my parents went to go visit an old friend of theres. When we went over i played outside with my dads friends daughter's and my siblings. We were playing a game of soccer in there back yard, when suddenly I got an attack that had no warning i stopped breathing and I started to see flickering lights around my eyes. My new friends and siblings went to alert my parents of what has just occured. My parents left the humble family home and rushed me outside without asking where the nearest hospital was. They believed the nearest hospital was the Children's Hospital in Washington DC. My parents were in Laurel which is a 40min drive

Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?

For the majority of my life I have belonged in the little world, stretching from Chicago to Cleveland and South Bend to Nashville. The boundaries of my known world have always felt like a limiting factor in my life. While my friends ventured to far away lands every year, I would spend the night at my grandparents house or we would make a day-trip to a city. With spring break approaching my family and I were going to change that, we were going to South Carolina.

I was 6 years old when I got the news that me and my family were moving to Portugal for a few years. It was my first time on an airplane, my dad had recently got a job in Portugal and we all moved there to stay close to him because it would be a few years. I was having the best of times on that airplane and couldn’t wait to land in a different country, for the first time as well. I had an amazing childhood, we ended up staying five and a half years in Portugal. In these five and a half years, we were able to travel a lot inside Europe because it was practical and very cheap. We traveled throughout Portugal, Spain, Italy, France, Germany, Switzerland, Turkey, Greece, Austria, and Andorra. We even went to Morocco because it was very close to Portugal, and it was one of the best trips I ever had taken. After all of this, I fell in love with traveling.

“Are you excited for your trip?” my mom asked me. “I'm not sure,” I replied. I had never been on a school trip, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be. Ten days spent in Greece, would be, to say the least, a bit of a stretch for my exhausted brain. I was fresh out of the eighth grade, the official worst year of my life to this date. I had asked myself over and over why I had chosen to go on this trip. I was tired, and wanted to just be alone for the next two months, but I knew that I had already committed to it. I tried telling myself that it would be a good experience, that I would fulfill my childhood dreams, but I didn't believe myself. My mom asked me why I wasn’t sure, but I said nothing more than “I don't know.” I was unsure of how to feel. How I should feel was clashing heads with how I did feel, and it was all too much to bear. I felt sick with guilt.

My life was perfect, I got along with my siblings, my mom and I were close… Well then there’s my dad. We were always really close, he and I would go out to the barn together at the old house and he would speak to me as if I were the audience. We always enjoyed each other's company until one day he started acting strange, and then stranger, and then even stranger until the point where my mom found him in the middle of the night standing in a parking lot in his pajamas. She eventually left him… I don’t blame her, I mean he wouldn’t get help.

It was the summer of 15. Filled with travel, laughter, and smiles. But, at that time I didn’t pay attention or even cherish those moments. Now, I truly know how much I miss the feeling of being that happy all the time.

July 3, 8 AM in the morning Woke up thinking that this camp is going to be amazing and it is going to be one of my most memorial times of my life. I got up and got ready to leave my home sweet home, I reached there and when I pulled up in the schools parking lot it was kind of awkward. When I reached their everybody was just watching me in the car but I shook it off because I thought that everybody probably had those moments, so I hopped off the car and loaded my luggage on the bus and stood there with my friends while my parents were talking and meeting with new people. At last it was the moment of Good Bye so I gave my parents a hug and got on the bus with my fellow friend Aarav, the bus ride was an hour and around 15 min. The bus ride was fun so we barely knew when time passed by and we reached our campus " Snively''. When we reached there we had to take our luggage and put it in the main hall, we were asked to take a seat on the couches and we found out our bunk mates in one room and with a coincidence I was in a room with everyone I wanted to be with. So we took our luggage and put it in our rooms, when we came back down the Councillors Jeremy and Savaugn took us on an adventure in the forest so we will be well familiar with the area. We had to walk on tight ropes with a partner on the other side then we had to take a rope than swing to the other side of the half which was super fun. The next adventure was we hall had to stand on a really huge seesaw and we had to

I am currently living in San Antonio,Texas, but I was born in Wichita, Kansas. The city Wichita is a much smaller than San Antonio, so life was extremely different than here. The city was calm and quiet, not much really happened so I was allowed to venture out and explore.My elementary school was only walking distance from my home,meaning I could travel to and from school without any problems. While I walked home, my mom would always have something ready to eat the moment we walked in the door. My mother has always been a affectionate woman. She has a friendly heart, but will raise her voice if she needs to. She and my father would always teach us right from wrong and showed us that when someone was mean, kill them with kindness. My father is a hard working man and tries his best to get along with everyone. He exceeds at his work to make sure that we are better off than he was as a child. No matter how exhausted he is after a day's work, he always takes the time to talk to us and make sure we are doing good. He pushes us to always try our best and is always providing support. He always tells me that I am intelligent, but for my sister, he supports her in a different way; she is not as skilled and keeping information. So my parents help her study. My sister is five years younger than me,so we don't always get along. She is loud and annoying, but can also be caring when she has to be.When she was in elementary school, she always came home saying how much she loved it. It

I was sitting in the plane going to where my mother lived when she was a kid, finally landing at the only airport in my entire state and the 45 min drive to my “home” I felt a new emotion I had never felt or known about at the time, anxious. First an outcast as an American with Indian heritage, but now as another outcast but this time as an Indian with American heritage. I recall on my thoughts that I had sprinting throughout my mind as the heat kept pounding against my skin. Not sure whether to be nervous, Thrilled, or homesick. It wasn’t the night my parents decided it was best for my brother and I to go to India and live there for 2 years it was that night, my first night sleeping without the same bed, power rangers bed set with yu-gi-yoh and Pokémon pillows that I had realized my life was never going to be the same.

Waiting at the bach I wait for the family to turn up. The sun is shining on the lake and reflecting back, with the gorgeous different greens in the background. I think to myself on how great and peaceful this holiday is going to be. As the siblings turn up it becomes more exciting and eventful. All the plans of what we are going to do, get thrown around, everyone is smiling with enjoyment and laughter. Butterflies in my stomach are going crazy, flying everywhere, I stop and wonder where dad could be but then I think ‘oh, he’s probably just stopped for some food on the way down’.

I was six years old, sitting in the back of my dad’s truck, my mom was yelling at him, telling him it was time. She stated that her water had already broken. We were going to visit our family members which would’ve taken around half a day to see them. I was afraid of what was going to happen, but also incredibly excited about it. I looked out the window and saw nothing but barren land. There was nothing but dirt and a few dead plants for as far as my eyes could see. I began to slowly roll down my window, but immediately rolled it back up due to the immense amount of heat. My dad called 911, and said that his wife was in labor. He then proceeded to ask if it would be possible to go back to Anaheim, but they