My Life Story

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

One day me and my sister were playing on our bunk bed I was 5 and she was 6 at the time. We both had a scarf we were trying to hang from the top bed. Suddenly boom my head smashed on the metal part! I called my mom to come over to our room.

Before I was born, my parents went to Bryce Canyon on a vacation. They decided that they really liked the name Bryce. And so, on September 3rd, 2002, Ryan and I were born in the Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. My parents had only wanted three kids, but they ended up with five. First, they had one kid, my sister Sierra, who is now 17 years old, and almost 18. Then my parents wanted another kid, and ended up with twins, my brother Nate and my other sister Autumn. My mom and dad decided that they could handle one more kid, but they got another set of twins, my brother Ryan and me. And so, Sierra, Autumn, Nate, Ryan, and I made up the 5 chaotic kids in the Brown family. My parents named me after Bryce

It was warm for winter in Miami, on January 29, 2003, two days earlier than expected. My mom and dad rushed to the hospital for the third time that week. Today felt different though, today would be the day. It took 17 long hours in the Jackson Memorial Hospital but finally at 9:50 PM, I was born.I was peacefully cheerful the second I was born. Immediately looking around and contentedly observing the loving family that surrounded me:my mother crying tears of joy, my father, and my grandmother. The world so colossal and full of possibilities for a small baby. 7 pounds 11 ounces, green eyes, the newest addition to the family. Jim and Michelle all filled with pride with the delicate object of endless possibilities on how she will impact and shape today's world.

I was born on August 22, 1999 in Fort Bragg, North Carolina around midnight. So, the second I seen the outside world; still the hospital room I saw my Grandma, Pappy, Maw-Maw, and papa, and my mom was crying. However, the person missing from the room was my father. My coach was more of a father than anyone in my life.

Simplistic and tranquil is how I would describe my lifestyle, without many obstacles and challenges, fortunately. Yet in the fall of 2014, I found myself in need of a simulation. More than anything, I wanted to prove to myself and everyone around me that I could face any obstacle and tackle it. When I found the Disney College Program, I knew that I had found my challenge. Not only would I be moving across the country, but I would be taking on a task that I had never really faced before. Offered to be an entertainment costumer, I knew this was a once in a lifetime chance to experience something not many people would ever have the chance to do. I knew I would have to leave my job of three years and start new, knowing no one in Florida. More than anything else, it was an experiment for myself that I could make it on my own.

I was shocked. I had never experienced something this horrific. I began to think that our life as a family would be over, due to the stress, heartbreak, and sadness our family would go through in the years to come. I went online and searched spinal defect and regretfully clicked on the images, I began to ball in the waiting room. I ran straight passed my dad and went to the restroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror for a while. I than began to think about how my mom would feel in this situation if I was crying she must have wanted to die. I jolted out the restroom and asked my dad what room my mom was in. He told me and I began to run towards the room, many of the nurses told me to stop running, but I ignored all of them. While

In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.

Have you ever heard a song that has brought you back to a special moment in your life? Music, which holds such a huge part of mine, constantly reminds of the memories that I have retained over the years. There are many songs that allow me to reminisce on those important times and experiences; from my first love, to summer days at the pool and late night sleepovers with my friends. Out of my long list, I think that a few songs in particular best represent my own personal “soundtrack” to my life.

I was twelve years old enjoying my summer after fifth grade. My two cousins, Blake and Lacy, my aunt 's boyfriend, Chris, and his daughter, Emily, and I hopped in Chris 's old ford truck. All of us kids had been bulldozing down trees in the forest behind the house all day and decided that we wanted to build a tree house. We were headed to town to buy supplies for the tree house. As we were all getting in the truck there was no room in the front for all of us, so Blake and I jumped in the back bed of the truck, not knowing this would be a choice that would change our lives, and would be remembered forever.

My love story is full of feelings of sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and saltiness, but, in my mind, memories of the day that my husband left me alone in Viet Nam still engraved in my mind. The fear of losing someone I have treasured created a storm in my chest. Struggling with many obstacles, choosing in many options, preparing for a new future lead my life to my situation at this time. I also made a storm in my husband’s chest too.

The date was October 8, 2014, 2 days after my birthday. One of the realest quotes I heard was “Don’t trust a soul” and i should have listened. It started out as any other day, mom was mad me for one reason or another, dad was sitting on the couch like always playing the “Call of Duty”. I was a Saturday so of course I tried to sleep in but my dad love playing his game with the sound on high it really out under my skin. Think about it you 're sleeping in your bed and all of a sudden you hear “POW! POW! POW!” you’re going to get pretty irritated but i was use to it. Anyways my dad had no job and if you saw him he was either over his friends house, sleep, arguing with my mom or smoking stuff I shouldn 't say right now. My

Michael Levy sat at the table, waiting for the detectives to ask their first question. He was nervous, rapidly bouncing his leg and spoke with a tremble in his voice when offered a bottled water.

Flora pushed the top of the case open and hopped down to the floor. She was the new instrument in the room and was eager to see what child would be learning to play her. Looking at the clock above the door, she saw that it was time for band class to begin. Knowing she couldn’t be out of her case when they showed up, she quickly jumped back into the case and closed the lid without latching it. She shouldn’t have gotten out in the first place, but she was way too eager to be cooped up in the tiny thing.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.