My Memories Of My Life

I have some extremely strong feeling, trying to reflect back to my earliest childhood memory of my life, my first version was describing the setting that of my father hitting my mother over the head with something. Now, I know it was a gun. She was lying in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace with, me by her side trying to wait her up, then going outside crying so my, grandmother could hear me. There were so many scary moments in my childhood. I, can remember as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother screaming and helping them to get out, our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out with her telling us to hold on to her and don’t let go. Which my father was no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friend up the street under a tree. I was told a few neighbors came to help. Then we stay with my grandparents which I love. Because I love waiting for my granddad to come home from work so he, could take me to get vanilla ice cream. After moving to Cincinnati, Ohio at the age of six from Alabama. My father continues to be very abuses to my mother for fourteen years of their marriage. Thank God she’s still alive today.

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

My father was born into a poor family in Jacksonville, Florida. During his childhood, his parents didn’t treat him the way most parents treat my dad the way children are supposed to be treated. One day while standing in the lunch line he was pulled out of the line because he owed so much money and was given bread and water as his meal.

My childhood was just like every other average child's. I wasn’t spoiled and I didn’t go on lavish vacations or anything. I was disciplined and I threw fits but never the less, I was loved.

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

To begin with, while some take their childhood for granted, I do anything to have great memories of my childhood. Unfortunately I did not have that amazing childhood most individual’s experience. My childhood was more like a shitty one. Even before birth I was experiencing

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.

As a young girl, I never quite understood the importance my dad’s job had on me until I became much older. Throughout my childhood I was often mistreated out of the sight of my parents. From brutal words to simple exclusion, I never really fit in at my church. I was constantly separated from all of the children because I was the Pastor’s

My childhood was fun I spent my mornings in the classroom, I started going school at the young age of 4, my afternoons were spent playing and hanging around my friends, and my evenings with my siblings and cousins. A couple of my cousins lived with us for a while during that time. My mom was the one caring for them since their parents were not around. When my aunt and uncle returned to claim their kids that is when my entire life would change forever. They came for their kids and were filing paperwork to move the United State of

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

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

Childhood is a time recalled through rose colored glasses. Wild summers, cozy winters, dinner at the kitchen table are just a few of those memories. At nearly twenty-two, my childhood is

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