My Life In Our Life

Life was amazing and wonderful for a time being. My family was whole and put together. We had just moved into a house on Circle Road in Worland, Wyoming. I remember the house quite well before my parents had done any work to it. There were bird cages, pecked out doors, other animal cages, stains of all sorts, and holes in cracks in the walls and ceilings. It was quite the piece of work to say the least! Renovations were tedious and awful, but all the hard work would pay off in the end. Building the house up to my family’s expectations took awhile, but it was worth every second of it. Time flew by during my childhood in that house. I remember one day taking a trip over to the fish hatchery in the canyon. Other days we would spend at my grandpa’s house visiting him. We would attend as a family social events and parties. Life was pretty amazing. To say the least things were going quite well in the Boltz household. Furthermore, there were three things that changed me and my life when my dad died.

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

It was just another Saturday afternoon, but instead of my family taking their usual places in line, my friends took their spots. As , my brother would stay at home to do homework, my dad would stay with him, and my mom still brought me just like before, only she now sat in the lounge instead of accompanying me on the mountains. They all grew up a little more, so I did too. And even though I missed them, I resulted to skiing with my friends, on whispering hill that became my friend- still Saturday afternoons, still my favorite thing.

Even at dinner we were always laughing and having a good time. But my dad was never at these meal as my parents are divorced and have been for a really long time. I know we would go to his house every other weekend to see him and have dinner but I honestly can’t remember those times. But I do know I didn’t like going because his house wasn’t home to me. I like being at my house with my mother and brothers playing games and having a time fun. We always worked together to set and clean the table, helping wash dishes and sweeping the floor. With the four of us we were a team and everything was a team effort. We would have different task each night as some would take out the garbage where others would clear the table, but no matter what it was done together. I think because it was just the four of us at house we are close and would always be there for each other and we could always trust one other. But the little moments like those were the best and happiness ones. Those moments as small as they are, are the ones that will put a smile on my face and the ones that I will never ever

“To understand your parent’s love, you must raise children yourself,” Chinese proverb. This proverb holds itself true in my life and with my family. As years went by, I was able to reflect and I then realized how important and special my dad was. It took raising a family of my own to truly appreciate the depth of his love for not only his family, but with others as well. I have always treasured my father. Not just as a parent, but as a person I strive to be like in all aspects of my life. Moreover, he is a selfless, genuine, hard-working individual. Ever since I could remember he was always close at hand supporting my goals along with the goals of others. The incredible personality he embodies has touched the lives of countless people. My father has, and always will be, the person I admire with the utmost respect.

There are many moments in our lives that we keep forever. We can easily remember them by talking with friends, family or even yourself. However, you will get more details about what were you thinking on a specific day when you see a photo. Important moments can be keep in a photograph, but what you think of them it is what change with time. My prom was and important day for me, however, there are a lot of things that I wish I could know after that night.

I woke up like every other day, it was a Monday. I don't like Mondays. I got dressed, as much as a fish can get dressed, and went down stairs to eat breakfast. It was just me, my father, and many maids. My mother had died in child birth. I don't see my father much except the occasional breakfast.

Growing up many things was said and done that suck with me through the years. My life has been anything but calm. Family drama seemed like a constant, and no one knew how to get along. On top of all that my health was not good, and it always seemed like I was sick with something new every other week. Sure in life there are going to be good years and bad years, but what if the good years are actually only months or weeks? When your grandmothers and older sister are raising you and mom has a new boyfriend every week, you start remembering things sooner. People words stuck in my head, whether they were talking to me or about my family. Through the years, though there has been two words that people have repeated all the time and as I got older they really helped. That’s when one day in August as a little seven-teen girl I decided to get a tattoo that would have everyone asking why.

My grandfather's death made me realize that living life every day to fullest as if it were the last is something that everyone should do. I used to be irresponsible, moody and hated going with friends; I was more of an isolated person.

My life has not always been easy, but without it I would not be who I am today. I spent my early childhood in Apache Junction Arizona which is just twenty miles outside the city of Mesa. I lived with both parents, three sisters, and one brother. My parents fought a lot about my mother’s drinking and how it caused so much trouble for us all. My mother fought the most with my dad’s daughter Sarah. They both agreed to move to Illinois where they had family. My father had family in Chicago while my mother had family in Carmi. They agreed to let Sarah live with her friend’s family and stay in Arizona

I never knew the idea of a broke college student was real until I became one. After the money relatives gave me after high school graduation ran out, there was not much left in my pocketbook right as school was starting. What became the most difficult part is that I wanted to spend money on so many objects and activities, but could not bring myself to spend money unless it was a dire need. I would never go to my family if I did need the money either. With three other siblings in my single-mother household, I could not bring myself to ask my mother for money I knew she could not give. We are all struggling. This led me to go to the drawing board to become a frugal shopper and to save money in college.

I haven’t talked in 3 years. I found that if I don’t talk, I don’t have to deal with the added pain. I live in my own little world where I write, sleep, go to school, and eat. Besides that I don’t do much. I portray as the literal human embodiment of an outcast. I have grayish blue eyes, straight light brown hair that I personally think looks like poop, but my mother doesn’t allow me to compare myself to poop. I basically wear the same things every day, an old flannel or t shirt with my jeans and dirty white slip on vans. Most people think not talking would make you lonely, which at times it can be, but otherwise I pretty much just write out what I wanna say so I get through pretty well. Not talking started after my parents’ divorce, then my dad kind of forgot about me because apparently drugs and alcohol are more important than your 10 year old. Now I live alone with my mom and my dog Rascal. It’s pretty quiet in my house, because my mom usually works late, so it’s pretty much Rascal and I until 8pm. Don’t get me wrong, my mom is an angel, I just get lonely at home talking to a dog that doesn’t even have opposable thumbs. My school life is a yawn fest, I go from class to class not talking, except in LA, then I only talk to my teacher, Mrs. Cantiad, when it’s just us. She is the only one that sees potential in me as a writer, I want to dedicate my first book to her. The one thing I hate about school though is the hallways, I compare the hallways to hell. I can feel the eyes

“Life is 10% what happens to is and 90% how we react to it” said Dennis p. Kimbro. The lives of most people are not always perfect and probably never will be; and that's ok because having a life with its ups and downs is absolutely normal and ok. My life has had all of its up and downs and still does. I'm pretty sure most people or maybe just a few can relate to the kind of things that have shaped me into the person I am today. Some may be bad or good experiences or people that have made any person they are today. It might be surprising to some people how much in common we have just by looking into our similar life changing experiences and encounters. These kind of events or people can make you into the person you are today and give you the personality that you think fits you best. Being in touch with God and my faith has really shaped me into the strong and independent person I am today, also going through depression and having a child at a young age has made me stronger as well.

Home was not far away from school but my parents always guided me safely home. Every time I was going back home, I always saw street children who wore torn clothes and rags, begging for money and food. Thanking my parents for how fortunate I was, but then I admired and treated them like famous wrestlers because of their iron like muscles that I feared

When you want to change your life you must learn to embrace change with love and thankfulness for all the blessings in your life. You cannot expand and become a more accomplished individual without change. Most people shy away from change which is a big reason as to why they stay “stuck”.