When I was a baby my mom, dad, and I lived in a petite blue townhouse. Now I am 13 almost 14 and its my mom, dad, brother and I and we live in a slightly larger tan house. A lot can change in 13 years but one thing that will never change is my family. Family is such an important part of my life and I like to say that I have a special family. The winter of 1998, in Oakhurst, California is when my Father went to a job interview and my parents first met. From that moment on their future together began together, first it was dating, then marriage, then adventure and then children. After 4 years of being married my parents decided to start a family and have children (this is where I come into the story). I was the first child of the family, so the week before my due date my parents decided to go on one last date before they had kids. Little did my mom know, that at six am the next morning, she would be rushed to the hospital and begin the process of having a baby. October 5th, 2003 at six fifteen pm in Kirkland, Washington, I was born. My parents new I was going to be a girl so they already had my name picked out. When my parents were choosing names, they wanted my name to start with L, because almost every female in my family has a name beginning with L. They also wanted my name to sound beautiful in English, French, and Italian, since I was half Italian and half French. After a few weeks of thinking my Father finally found the perfect name, Lydia Marie Gauvin. My mom and
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At a moment in your life, your birth was the most important that that happened. Did you ever wonder how you were born or what happened when you were born? Well I always wondered about my birth. On Tuesday, October 7, 1997, at 3:04 in the afternoon, I was born at University Hospital. My mom had me in the rainbow and babies section where she was induced because she was having complications so the doctors broke her water. The doctors gave her the epidural to help with the contractions during labor. Once the doctors gave her the epidural, they asked if there was anybody she wanted to be there. My mom insisted she didn’t want anybody there while she was going through labor. After she started pushing, I came into the world; I was 6 pounds and 3
Generations upon generations of people have been thriving in Spanish speaking countries. Cuba is no different, through traditional clothing and special holidays they always are in tune with the past. With ﬂamboyant traditional attire, that rivals the suns bright color and Spring ﬂowers, coupled with fun to watch free ﬂowing up beat music like Guaguancó or Pachanga, the Cuban culture is very exciting. In order to start to describe my family ties with Cuba, I will use an analogy: With every spin of a vibrant dress it seems as if the hands of time slowly turn back time. As the clock goes back so does my family history. In the early 1920's my great grandmother and her family made the trip from Spain to Cuba. Ever since then my family has had bearings
I was born in Craven Community Hospital in New Bern North Carolina on Thursday, May 23,1991. Craven Community Hospital is the only hospital in New Bern, both of my parents born in the same hospital. New Bern is a very small city in North Carolina many people have never heard of it, a lot of my family on both sides still live there. Like most cities in North Carolina, they are retirement cities, everything moves slow down there and there isn’t much for young people to do. Due to this, my parents moved from New Bern when I was about six months old, we moved to Maryland with my grandmother, my mom’s mother. We lived with her until my parents were able to get their own place. My grandmother loved that we had
I was born June 29 2000 to Michael and Shaunette Hurts. My parents. We lived in Virginia at the time. After Virginia my parents were stationed at Kentucky so we went to Kentucky. Lived there for a while in a house till I was 4 years of age. In Kentucky I had my first ever pet. My parents decided to give me a hamster instead of a dog. He was a small brown and white little pet. I was to give him a name so since I was 4 years old I thought dude was an efficient name. So dude was his name. After being in Kentucky for about
I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.
I was born in Kaiser Permanente at night. My mom said that my aunt drove her to the hospital. During that time my dad was at work. My mom said that I took the longest to be born and that I was the hardest to be born. My mom didn’t know my gender so it was a surprise when they found out I was a girl. I weighed about 7 pounds and I was about 20 inches tall. She also said that i was a clean baby and that I had smooth skin. She was happy when I was born but it wasn’t very emotional when she first held me because she already had 4 children before me. When my mom found out that she was pregnant she told my siblings so it was no secret. She told me that my dad had chose my name.
It was a quiet morning in the hospital in Mountain Home. The date was August 10, 2005. I was the fourth child born. My parents are Lance Scogin, and Jamie Scogin. I was going to be named Deakon, like the church guy. But, my mom didn’t like that, so she named me Deaton. My mom, my dad, and my brothers call me Deat. I don’t really like “Deat” because if u add one letter, the letter ‘H’, it will be Death.
At the age of 4 or 5 we moved down the road from my grandmother, in a nice 2 bedroom brick house, one bath, where I am currently living now. It was only my mom, dad & I living there for about 10 years, then my mom ended up getting pregnant & had another child. It caused the house to become a little cramped up as my sister got older. More
I was born on September 26, 2003, at the Northridge Hospital. My mom had just rented an apartment for a roof to live. She wanted a fresh start for her new daughter, but we were only going to live there for a few years. She named me Janellie because the name Nellie runs in the family. My grandmother’s name was Maria Nellie, and many of my cousins are named Nellie as well. My father still wanted something unique for his first child. My mom already had a daughter with another person years before she met my dad. After a while, my parents decided on naming me Janellie.
On Monday, July 24th, 2000, at 1:28 p.m., at St. Alphonsus hospital in Boise, Idaho, I, Lynzee McKay Misseldine, was born. I am the first born of two. Nothing worth writing down happened until September 3rd of 2001. That was the day my little sister, Maelie, was born. Eight days later, the 9/11 terrorist attacks happened. That is the first thing I can remember. I was holding my sister on the couch with my mom. She saw it on the news, and she called my dad. Mostly, I had a really great childhood. The biggest event in my life thus far, occurred on July 25th, 2007. My mom passed away the day after my seventh birthday. I am positive I could write a whole page about that day in particular. I could tell you about how I had slept on the floor the
I was born June 21, 1999, at Rainbow Children’s Hospital. When I was born, my feet were bent crooked. I had to wear casts on both of my feet until I turned one year old. I still even have my casts to this day. My Aunt Tricia chose my full name, Deja Monae Kent. I do not know how, but my mom thought I was a little boy and she was going to name me Devante (NO, the doctors did not tell her incorrect information). I really do not know where Deja came from, but Monae came from this baby at our church. The first couple of years of my life were beautiful. I was passed around from family member to family member on my mother’s side of the family every week; they just could not get enough of me or my smile.
I was born on July 8th, 1996 at 5:20 in the morning. I weight 7 pounds 6 ounces, When I was little I was a sick baby, I guess I was in and out of the hospital my whole childhood. My mother tells me how I got my name so many times and usually its on my birthday. When I was born, I guess my parents didn't have a name already picked out for me so when I came out I had no name. My grandma picked me up from my mother's arms and looked at me and thats when she gave me the name Samantha. My middle name is super special because it's my grandma's middle name and my mother's middle name.
I was born on November 15th, 2001 at 11:15am, I always thought it was cool how my birthday and the time I was born match. I barely remember much of my childhood. My earliest memory was smashing my head into a concrete flower pot, I was a toddler and the path I was walking on was cobblestone. A deadly combination. My mom said the bump on my head looked identical to the ones you see in cartoons and she jokes about how that accident totally messed up my brain. We’ve always been close, back in 2010 she was diagnosed with Leukemia and the way I found out wasn’t exactly ideal, it’s alright though because I really didn’t know what any of it meant at the time, I didn’t cry and went about my normal 8 year old life, she’s in remission now which is unbelievable
I was born on July 30th 2004 at Mercy Medical Center-North Iowa in Mason City IA. I was born at 10:59 in the morning on July 30th I was due on July 31st so I was early. I took 18 hours to come out from the time my mom’s water broke to the time I was born. My dad was not present when I came out but he came in when I was born. My dad wanted to call me larry Jr. but my mom refused so they came up with Malachi which means my messenger or a messenger of god. I also had a sepsis infection so I had to be in the ICU for 4 days. I could have died if they had not treated me for the infection.
I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could