My Thoughts On My Childhood

8th grade. The last year at Ross Middle School. Being retrospective on past years has me thinking of my many accomplishments, and many fails I’ve had. From getting very good grades to the embarrassing moments. All the time I wish I was still in elementary school.

My only memory of first grade is learning cursive and having far worse handwriting than other classmates. Probably my favorite memory from elementary school is recess and playing with friends. Middle school came around and was probably the first time I was really nervous to go to school, but by the end I realized how fun it was and all the trouble I got into. Before school every started for me I enjoyed playing outside climbing trees. Every time fall came around I looked forward to jumping in piles of leaves, carving pumpkins and halloween. In 8th grade I started skiing which is my favorite winter hobby. The first time I went on a airplane was last year(2016) when we went to Florida then took a cruise to the Bahamas. I'm hate spiders and snakes especially big snakes and spiders. One of my favorite memories as a child is when went on a short vacation in New Hampshire and stayed in a really cool cabin with a stream behind it that made for the best sleep ever. Another time I went to New Hampshire was with my Aunt and Uncle and we stayed in a house they own near Hampton Beach, which was the first time I ever went to a big beach. In 6th grade my family and my friends family went to the Damariscotta Lake State Park almost every day and had barbecue chicken on the regular, along with hamburgers and hotdogs. We also went to the majority of state parks in Maine because we got a state park pass book and there is a challenge in it to get a stamp

I’ve always been conscious of my flaws and I'm not afraid to admit them. Since I was little I have been taught to grant kindness even when it's not reciprocated. Maintaining admired qualities will secure you with one of the biggest things you can earn in life;

I started making new friends, such as Veronica Cadieu, and decided to give my fourth grade love another shot. Fifth grade was full of drama, and there was no time for a serious relationship so that did not last long. Before I knew it, 6th grade was approaching! At this time my best friend was Sydney Whitten and an editing app called Picnic. This was the year I really started to focus on my grades and try to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. A friend of mine, Luke Lockart, and I shared the same career path, or so we thought, and went a little to overboard with planning our futures. We made business cards and slogans, mine was Kerstan Troyer the American Lawyer, and we even planned to live in New York together and start a business. 7th grade is a time I am not the fondest of. This is when I became boy crazy. Especially over one boy who will remain unmentioned. Also, this was the year I got to play on my first school basketball team! I loved basketball and all the best friends I made along with the

If someone ask me what is my favorite memories in high school for now. I’ll says that is my sophomore year. Because sophomore year is the year that changed my mind and my life, the year that I meet my awesome friend and everyone look at me a different way and here is what happened to my sophomore year.

If you ask people what they could change about themselves, the answers will most likely be related to body issues, not having a certain illness, or wishing for more wealth. However, if presented with this question, I would respond with a desire to be more out spoken and not hide my feelings. After listening to the class presentations on phoniness in and around Blue Valley West, it has made me realize that hiding behind compliments as a means to ignore confronting issues could have a negative effect on my future, I decided that this was something I would like to improve on in the following year.

Some reasons why childhood has changed during the past generation are the crimes surged from the 60’s through the early ‘90s, stories of abducted children appeared constantly in the news and this created fear in many parents. The society changed, people seem to have more malicious and that is why parents started to be more cautious.

In the first paragraph I was attempting to illustrate the moment and gather the memories from that day into a few short sentences. The words I chose and the way I organized my paragraph was in hopes of reflecting the nostalgia that I was feeling while looking at the picture. There is also a strange feeling that I felt while looking at the picture, because it defines a moment that now feels as if I had imagined it. Therefore, while writing my personal essay I felt the need to recover this and other misplaced moments. The entire concept that a previous self may be a stranger to me is something that I feel needs exploring, although I also felt, while writing, that there are certain fundamental aspects of a person that never change. After rereading my essay multiple times, I am pleased with how I was able to achieve my goal. Although I feel as if I could have used more detail to describe myself then, in that particular moment, I believe that by describing what has changed over the course of the years proved to be just as effective. From the beginning of the essay through to the end, it is easy for readers to track the progress I have made from an elementary school student to a high school student. Each paragraph I began to develop a little more as a person and student which then lead me to succeed in my first few weeks as a

I love performing in front of people but hate speaking, and I love the rain but can't stand being cold. Women need to acknowledge that they are so much more complex than how they appear on the surface. Looks don't define who a person is and what she is capable of. On a TedTalk, plus-size model Ashley Graham spoke of her difficulty accepting and loving herself: "I struggled to achieve true confidence. I would go home and look in front of the mirror and only hate what I saw. And to fill the void on the inside, I began to cave to all the vices being thrown my way... I was looking for self-love, for affirmation from somebody, when in reality, I didn’t love who I was... the woman I looked up to the most was my mother. She told me I was beautiful, and she never devalued herself. So why would I? She told me and taught me that true beauty comes from within and that validation and self-worth must also come from within. In my lowest moments of insecurity, this is when I realized that I had to reclaim my body and its image as my own" (Graham). Ashley's beautiful and inspirational story emphasizes that beauty is not skin deep! You are not just a body, and your body isn't just an object to be looked at and judged. Remove any influences from your life that tell you otherwise- unfollow on social media, cancel subscriptions, shop at other stores, whatever it takes. Your reflection does not define your worth. As Elizabeth Stanton elegantly said, "Remember that beauty

Yours truly have some extremely strong feeling, trying to replicate 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 personally 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 subsequently my, grandmother could hear me. There were numerous scary moments in my childhood. I myself, can recall as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother shouting for help to get both of them out of the water. Our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out my mother powerful strength holding on to us without letting go. Which my father were no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friends up the street under a tree. Yours truly was told a few neighbors came to help. At that point we stay with my grandparents which I adored them. For the reason that I loved waiting for my granddad to come home from work for him to 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.

To this day, I can still remember standing at the end of my driveway watching my mother arrive home from the bus stop. This day was different; she was not coming home empty handed. In fact, she had stopped at a yard sale on the way home and bought a prize for me, a doll named Suzy. This memory, from the age of two, embraces the story of my mother and my entire childhood. In Indianapolis, Indiana in September 1980, I was born to a single mother. Throughout her life, she worked for the phone company in downtown Indianapolis. Even though she raised us through hardships and despair, she always took the time to love my brother and me outwardly. Until second grade, I have no recollection of my father visiting more than three occasions. At last, in fourth grade we began to spend weekends at his house and with his family. Sadly, when I was eleven we learned that my father had cancer. One week before Christmas, after a school music program, I read his obituary in the paper and told my mother he had passed away. From that moment, our family forever changed, specifically my relationship with my mother.

I remember my freshman year in high school, everything seemed so foreign to me. I remember how different the classes were from the year before and how much more mature I felt just stepping foot in this school. I remember looking up to all of the upperclassmen and thinking about how they literally could probably squish me like a bug.

My earliest memory I remember as a child is around the age of two years old. My Mother would put me in the playpen but I refused to stay. I was able to climb out of it. I remembered my Mother’s face expression that let me know that I better not climb out of the playpen again. This was one of my earliest memories of her setting her boundaries. When I got older, my Mother told me about the situation. She needed to clean and/or cook so she had to put me in the playpen. At the age of two years old, I just wanted to explore and didn’t want to stay in the playpen. This set the tone between us moving forward.

As a child, I remember growing up in an area of Atlanta, Georgia called Mechanicsville. This area was very diverse with people from various socioeconomic backgrounds. Often, my mother would share valuable life lessons with my siblings and me. One, in particular, I remember even to this day is, “Life is only as challenging or motivating as you make it”. Originally, I did not quite understand the purpose of this aphorism; but as I got older, the meaning became quite clear. Although life for me has been both wholesome and unhealthy, in hindsight, it seemed better than my childhood friends. If you knew the real story, you would see that my life is not as perfect as it appears. Just to provide you with a little insight into my world, I had a

When I was a child I had many happy memories. I was born and raised in Lowell, Michigan. A small, rural town with very little diversity. I attended schools in the Lowell Area School District from kindergarten through 12th grade. As I sit and reflect on my elementary school years, I have many happy memories. I had positive relationships with many of my teachers; especially in my K-4 years. Mrs. Pomper always made me feel welcomed and always greet me with a smile. Mrs. Sterly taught me to read and Mrs. Ham always had confidence in me. These are three of my teachers in my early years I will never forget. My grades were good and I was motivated to try my best in everything I did in school; even if it was playing soccer and volleyball which were definitely not in my skills set. My view of school was positive, I loved going. I had friends, great teachers,