My Worst Day

I remember that day as if it were yesterday, the day I had to testify against my real father. There I was, so young and scared, all eyes were on me making me even more nervous than I already was. I just wanted to back down and run away, but I knew that was not the right thing to do. I had to be strong and face my fears because that is the only way things will get better. I made sure to keep in the back of my mind that this would be the biggest thing I would ever have to do. If I did, everything else would be like a little bump in the road, nothing I can't handle. This event was one that started my transition from childhood to adulthood.

For the childhood memory I chose when I had heart surgery when I was in 6th grade. I couldn’t think of many others that changed me as much as this one did. I was born with a condition called SVT (Supraventricular Tachycardia). I lived with it all my live. Whenever I got hit in the chest really hard my heart would race, and pound abnormally. The highest it got was 250-270 BPM (Beats Per Minute). I was in the fire station when they saw how fast it was beating. I was 12 when I was forced by my parents to get surgery instead of medication. I broke down emotionally because it was my first major surgery and I couldn't stand it. It was the worst experience in my life, and it will only get worse.

To begin with, As far as I can remember, there was not an event that was important. There was a whole lot of mistakes here and there and sometimes, I learned from them. Other times, I just forgot about it. However, there were still some memories that I wanted to treasure for a long time. It is quite embarrassing to be honest but thinking back I could argue that I was still a naive kid. Even up to now, I am still a young adult who needs to learn more about the outside world.

I was twelve years old when the life I knew and loved would be dramatically changed forever. I was naive to the world of illness. Unknowing of the obstacles and struggles faced by those battling diseases. Death is something I never worried about. Assuming I would never have to experience the devastating effects that came with it. Effects that would not only change my life forever, but shape me into the person I am today.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

The days of my life, in 6th grade, in school , I have no friends. Most of my friends don’t remember. Then one early Friday morning, I was happy, because I get to go on the weekends and relax, but I had to go through the bad stuff. When the supervisors open the doors, I got ran over by the kids. Then, kids at breakfast kept on taking my food to play basketball by throwing the food in the trash cans. Then my teacher for ELA and Social Studies move me to a new seat.

Childhood; such as loss of parent, going to Boarding School, divorce of parent, bullying etc.

One dark night Chad sent out a text to the youth group at his church. Chad is the pastor at his church. The text asked if Corbin and bob could meet him at the church. Chad's son was josh and he went to dolly wood with my sister Margaret. I went with tom and corbin. Tom is weird and bob is just bob, there is nothing cool about him. On the way to the church I was excited cause i was going to get to play piano. Almost there and suddenly we heard a boom and a crash. I looked over and heard everyone screaming, i thought it was all over. We were in a wreck! I was hurt. I twisted my ankle and couldn't walk. I had an x ray and it wasn't broken. I was so relieved. I didn't get to play piano but it was okey. After the wreck the whole church

It was 86 degrees my socks were soaked, my water was already warm and I’d just gotten it like 2 minutes ago. I was only 5 and I was walking next to the stroller where my 3 year old brother was, my 7 year old brother was on the other side. We were walking around in “Animal Kingdom” not knowing what to do (I didn’t know that was possible.) We finally found a dino playground (it was a regular playground but they put a dinosaur at the front) I ran straight to the base of it before my mom even finished her sentence I was so excited, little did I know what would happen next.

The day I was told I must distance myself from my friends if I wanted to succeed at the age of 13. It was my freshman year and I was hot and sweaty from a long 2 hours of uncomfortable softball conditioning with the upperclassmen, who seemed at the time to be very intimidating. I was walking with the varsity softball coach (I was so new and naive I didn't even know his name) towards the end of the field where my mom was waiting to pick me up. The fact that he was talking to me made me so nervous, it hadn't even been a mere daydream to be spoken to by the varsity coach. He told me that in order to succeed I needed to go a separate way from where my closest friends were headed. He proceeded to tell me that he saw a greater potential in me than

The sunlight beamed through my window, waking me up to the sound of birds chirping in the tree outside. It felt just like any other morning to my happy ten-year-old self. Three days had passed since Christmas, and I was still relishing my new presents and Christmas break. As I entered into my living room, my brother Corbin was watching TV and who snuggled up in his favorite brown blanket. I made myself comfortable on the floor in front of him, when his phone rang. The call appeared to be my brother's friend since kindergarten, Ulu, who lived in Texas. As they proceeded to talk, I watched Corbin's face fill with confusion and concern. He had called to ask my brother if his best friend and our next door neighbor, Danny, had died. Corbin knew

In second grade I had the worst year ever. I had to go to the emergency room 2 times that year. One of them was that when I was on the monkey bars. I tried to do a 180 degree and when I was about to grab on the bars, the bars were all wet so when I grabbed it I slipped and fell on the arm and broke it. My arm felt so bad that I felt that I had broke all of my bones. The second one was when me and my friends were playing tag there were this microphones that when to talk, it go to the other microphones but the microphones were sticking so you have to be careful off hiding yourself. So I running and I started to look back and right when i turned around I hit my eye and it opened and a lot of blood was coming out and after that i did not remember nothing from there.Also I got very bad grades and i got grounded.

When you are younger you seem to get in to trouble every time you turn around, but there is always that one time you will never be able to forget. Well that certain time for me personally was during my freshman year of high school. A couple of friends and I decided we were going to skip school on this certain day, and just ride around town for the day. Little did I know this would be the worst mistake of my life.

I don’t remember much about that day. That day led to a lot of bad things and dark days. I was in middle school, 14 or 15. I was feeling a little bit better after i woke up. I had already been gone for a week or more. It start out as a normal morning. I ate breakfast, got dressed, and did all of the essential things to get ready for school. My sister was already ready. She was going to highschool at that time. My brother was isolated in his room, my father was asleep. My mom is always up when we get ready to go to school. That was no surprise. Smokie one of our cats at the time was really old. My mom was was sitting on our couch using her computer. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. The sun was just coming up, but it was