Narrative Essay About My Family

I'm very grateful to have a family that loves me! When the whole family is together, it makes me feel safe, like nothing awful can happen to me; when we are all together they make things easier. My family treats not only me, but others with respect. I always try to avoid thinking about what would happen to me if I didn't have a family. I feel when most people come to think of it, it makes you wonder. Who would you be today? Where would you be today? How would you grow up? It's always those things that get to you. In my opinion, it's safe to say we are all very lucky to be in the country we are in. However, these people include; parents, grandparents, and sister.

When I first looked for a topic, it was harder than I thought. As I picked up my pen and paper everything evanesced. When the topic searching wasn’t going well, I tried to define the word family. Ooh did I think long and hard, but realized that everybody’s definition was personal and different based on their feelings and memories. I thought long and hard into my family history and adorned the memory of our vacation to South Dakota, along with the activities attached to the trip. In my family narrative, I will be explaining a family trip to Mt. Rushmore, Kalahari, and the wild experience of standing in a glass box staring down from the Willis Tower, trying to unlock my personal definition of the word family. Now, let’s jump to the exhilarating trip to South Dakota!

I grew up with both of my parents and three siblings, my family is extremely close, so close that everyone needs a break from one another from time to time. My family is far from perfect, I am not the oldest child but I always took on that role as being the oldest sibling. The one who watches my two younger siblings when both of my parents weren’t home. My older brother Aubrey was supposed to be the one who watched over us but he never did. He spent his days locked away in his room, or nat at the house at all. Taking on the role of almost a mother figure to my younger siblings was difficult. I had to learn to be selfless and not just think for myself at an early age. When my mom didn’t come home till after twelve to escape my dads drunkness or my dad was laying out drunk in the bedroom. I was the one who fed my little brother and sister. I was the one who cleaned up the room the three of us shared. I was the one who helped them with their homework, who did my little sister's hair. I didn’t realize how much mature I became because of this responsibility till I was in high school and was referred to as Mom by the basketball team. I’ve always thought that I was the same as any teen immature, reckless, and carefree. That wasn’t the case at all I had many responsibilities like babysitting my siblings,washing and folding our clothes, making sure they get their chores done. I did this because I knew my father drank because of our financial situation, not being able to pay the

Everything was about to change, we wouldn’t order take-out on Sundays, it was a big deal, I was losing my best friend, the only father figure I have ever had so far. I watched him taking all of his stuff out of the apartment, I was getting more and more mad. Wasn’t our beautiful relationship enough to make him stay? I even blame myself I thought I had done something wrong, maybe wearing his clothes and leaving them all messy, I apologize and swear not to do it again, but it didn’t matter the decision was already made.

Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better things in life. A persons roots and origin is one of the most important things to explore. It alone can bring you closer to self-discovery.

Throughout my high school years, I tend to be a very hard worker. When given an assignment or project, I do not like to procrastinate and wait till the night before it is due to work on it. I like to be organized with my schedule and plan to work on assignments a few days before they’re due so I can double and triple check the work and turn it in with little to no errors. Sometimes I can be forgetful because I am human so I am forced to work on some assignments the night before, but I make sure the assignments I am given are completed. I am also known to be very picky on my likes and don’t likes so it’s harder for me to make decisions by myself compared to when I am around my peers. Needless to say, my family and friends are considered to be a big part of my life since I tend to be around them the most.

Some worse than others, children are known to have their flaws. Making mistakes and learning are all a part of growing up, but for Jace, these mistakes came few and far between. The day Jace entered this world, our family knew he had been a blessing. Being the first “real” grandchild in the family, due to the fact my brother and I were just step grandchildren, belief had it that he would become spoiled; however, that concept was not grasped as quickly as expected. Many qualities including his compassion, willingness to help, and social ability provided the boy with the infectious smile the ability to shine light upon our lives.

I consider myself very lucky based off the childhood I had, but, that doesn't mean everything was outstanding for me. I've had uncountable ups and downs, i've had friends that have come and gone, and school was definitely no ride for me. One thing I have had ever since I was a baby, is a one of a kind family, and I can guarantee you no one has one like this. My family is definitely not small in any means, one thing that makes this family so special is that we are not biologically related but related through putting our faith in Jesus Christ. We are one as a whole, but, the one thats had the major impact on me is our smaller family, and that small family would be none other than my church family.

I am unique in many ways and this due to the many influences in my life. What makes me so unique is my family background, my personality, and my everyday experiences.

The day my family and I moved here to Moreno Valley I never expected the things I would learn and how much I would change. I was around ten when my family decided to pack up and move from our home in Santa Ana. We came here around winter and we never experienced so much cold. before. We were so surprised that even the water in the garden hose was frozen.

Did you know the name Keller is actually a german word for cellar or basement? Although the origin of the name is not usually common knowledge, the name Keller is a pretty big name in the Tongue River Valley where I have resided the past 4 years of my life. For generations, the Kellers have built houses, preached the gospel, raised children, and made lifelong friendships in this small town. Having this already established connection with the community and it’s residents is such a blessing, yet I’ve discovered that it can also have some faults. The past year, I have pushed myself to become more independent and socialize outside of the comfort zone that my family has established for me.

Each family is unique, as no one family is the same as another. Family is essentially, people who come from the same ancestors. Each family has their own history, immigration, and roots. As I was lucky enough to be born in America, I would have never had to opportunity to be brought into this world as an American without the sacrifices my family made years ago.

My family? You actually want to use these few minutes to read about my family? Well, let me just say one thing: we are all so, very different. So, making connections is easier said than done. Yet, I have made a few crucial connections with my cousin Hayley, my cousin P.J., and my mother.

A little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes stares out the window of her parents red Mazda Tribute.  As the Mazda comes to a stop, the little girl lays her eyes upon a big green-house with a sign out front that says, “Welcome to the Lake”. That blue-eyed girl was me ten years ago, and that big green-house was my grandparent’s lake house right after they purchased it. This was the first time I ever laid eyes on a home that now holds a special place in my heart. I have grown to love the lake house for three reasons; the lake provides me with a place to connect with my family, it’s a retreat from the outside world, and I have many different hobbies that involve the lake.

When I was sixteen years old, I realized I was similar to my brother, Jason. I always thought that one of us, or maybe both of us, had been adopted. We look nothing like the rest of our family and nothing like each other. He is tall and I am short; he has dark skin and I have white skin; he has brown hair and brown eyes and I have blonde hair and blue eyes. From these differences, we are really quite similar. We both share a unique similar bond that helps trick people in thinking we are one in the same. On a typical Friday afternoon, my mom thought Jason said “hello” when he walked in the front door but in reality, it was me.