My Memories Of My Life

The past two years have been the hardest in all of my seventeen years of living. Choosing a topic is both easy and difficult due to how personal it may become. However, the highlight of the past two years belongs to my family life, and the actions of a certain former member that has affected the lives of many in my family. This person was in my life for over a decade up until around May of 2016, where the year truly kicked off for the family.

My childhood was full of memories. Some are good memories and bad, I would say most of them were good. When I was in elementary school I was a very bad individual in school. I was tired of getting

When I was living with my mom, things were really hard. We have been homeless, living from paycheck to paycheck, and even depending off the government to keep us alive. My mother made a lot of mistakes that taught me what not to do. She was abusive, alcoholic, irresponsible

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 was neglected, sexually, physically, and emotionally abused by her mom’s many boyfriends; this

With my mother, our relationship never really improved though I didn’t know at the time that I was treated badly. She was verbally and physically abusive as well, threatening me with shoes, fly swatters, books, anything that was within two feet of her at the time. She let my stepfather treat me poorly because he was the only one who had a job in the house. She was a stay-at-home mom even though I was in daycare after school. My summers were spent in the middle seats of our minivan, while my stepfather and mother junked for broken metal on the side of the road, even when it was 100+ degrees

The environment in which I was raised changed a lot as i grew up. When I was very young I lived in a extremely violent space due to my father and the only person I could depend on was my older sister, my mother was always in a different room due to what he wanted. Eventually she got brave enough to leave and take my sister and I with her to my Grandmother's house and send my father to prison. From that point for a couple of months maybe my sister and I were home schooled by my uncle and we felt safe and happy, my mom wasn’t home a lot because she wasn’t in a good place and she had to work. He helped raise us I’m not sure why maybe it’s because he just a good person or he felt bad for my mom either

My father never had to think much when my mother was here other than go to work and come home. She did all of the caretaking responsibilities around the house and with me. When my dad saw all of these things that he had to do he froze. All of his responsibilities fell through his hands as he sat on the couch depressed. This led me to take action; I began to ask help of my family members to help teach him to pay the bills. This did not last, but one year after we almost lost our home. I took charge of this when I was fifteen I knew how to pay bills, taxes, and take care of a home and my father. Since I have been a child of a single parent I have learned not only the responsibilities of a home but also of how to take care of

In elementary school my dad was always working, so I felt like I grew up with a single mother. My mom did the best she could while maintaining a full-time job, preparing dinner, and taking care of her three kids; one even had attention-deficit/hyperactive disorder. In 2009, my father’s job got relocated. We had to decide to stay in St. Louis and have one working parent, or move several hours again where we would have to restart our lives. We ended up deciding to stay and help my dad with his rental houses. Before I knew it, I went from having my mother and two older sisters taking care of me to just my mother and father. I have to admit, I

In reality, I grew up in homeless and domestic violence shelters. I am the youngest of six blended siblings. My mom had her parental rights stripped from her three older children because she struggles with something that’s hard to understand, even today. She was diagnosed with PTSD and bipolar disorder. My father injured his shoulder not long after my older brother was born. Realizing his dream of being a professional baseball player was crushed, he turned to drinking. As he poured alcohol in, angry tirades involving his fists poured out. There were days when my mom could barely function and my father seemed to function too much. I moved quickly to protect and pacify my family. I helped my mom to stay stable so Child Protective Services could not place my brother and me in a different home. As my brother began to exhibit signs of mental illness, I became his second

There aren’t many events in my life that come into mind when I recollect about past memories. However, growing up in a low-income immigrant family from Vietnam, we were only able to afford one vehicle. Thus, ten different family members shared this one vehicle which made even the simplest of task, like going to Wal-Mart to buy food for the family, extremely difficult. I remember there was a point in my life when I turned sixteen that I decided to help by getting a job to pay the monthly bills, but even that task was difficult to accomplish since I didn’t always having the transportation I needed to get to work consistently. Every other day I was running late or missing work completely because a family member had to use the car that day. My absence at

During my childhood I was very fortunate enough to get essentially anything that I wanted. I never had to beg my parents to get me something, if I wanted it, I got it. I was very lucky and blessed to have two working parents who were able to provide everything for my sister and I to live a nice, comfortable life. But by the age of ten, my life had completely changed. My parents had gotten a divorce and soon after my father had completely left the equation, leaving my mother the sole responsibility of taking care of not only herself, but also two young children. Growing up after that point was very hard because no matter how much money my mom tried to scrape up or how hard she pushed herself at work, it was never enough. Every penny she made

As a pre-teen, my father was deceased in the year of 2012. He had always financially supported us and motivated us to go to school. I didn’t have to worry about transportation, food, and brand new supplies. However, ever since my father passed away, our family relationship became poor. My older brother was always out the door and my mother couldn’t

Ever since the night with Joey, my sister’s father, my mother and her boyfriend, at the time, began to drink more and more every night. My mother was already an alcoholic, a cheater, and a liar, and she had been for most of my childhood. I believe what drove my sister’s father ton this action was the fact that my mom started seeing someone behind his back, and then broke up with him after she was already dating another man. This new boyfriend, Donald, seemed to be a good respectable man in the beginning, but then things took a turn for the worst. Donald began to drink like my mother, and he would hurt her behind closed doors.

My childhood is something I don’t often reflect on. There were good times as well as bad, and unfortunately, it’s hard to weigh out which ones affected me the most. I was a normal child, a little on the rambunxious side, and often felt that if there was something