Original Writing : The Spring Of 2007

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. It was late at night after a soccer game. I was laying down in my room, coloring in a picture book, when my parents called me downstairs. After my sister and I walked downstairs, we were told to sit on the couch. Apparently my parents had something important to tell us, i didnt really realize what was going to happen because I was younger, so I sat on the couch smiling widely.

When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good

It was the day after my sister's Quinceanera, and all my family was here. They were leaving back to their homes Monday morning, so keep in mind it is Sunday. All of our parents were talking outside and saw that us kids didn’t really have anything to do, so they decide to take us to a river that was 5 minutes away from my aunt's ranch. We packed up all our food and stuff and went right away.

family get together that I was lucky enough to attend. Instantly I knew that there was something

Since early in the morning of that day, it was a complete craziness! Everybody had things to get ready so that it could turn out just the way I wanted it to. After getting my hair and makeup done, we were all rushing to get dressed and head over to church but as always we were running late. There was simply many

when it was my little brothers birthday party, but it was also the day of my

As usual the relatives were happy to see my family and I, and after seeing everybody and hanging around inside for a little bit. My grandmother stayed inside with my mother too cook, and the rest of us transitioned into my backyard where I had another enjoyable experience. There was a rope in my backyard, and this rope was a modern day iPhone. I would swing on this rope for countless hours day after day having the time of my life. This time it was different however, because I had my relatives there, and they would push me on it propelling me even further up making the experience of swinging on this rope even more enjoyable. Out of all the moments that day this is the one that I can remember the most

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

Right before July 4th it was one of the best memories with my family. It was a nice day and their was a breeze that I felt on my skin and the sound that made me feel calm. We were all laughing and everyone has a smile on their face. I was with my mom, dad, sister , and my godbrother. That day we went to Water Tower in downtown Chicago and went to my favorite store called Marbles The Brain Store. They have cool games and gadgets. After that we went to get food from food life and I had a really good pizza. It smelled like a freshly baked out the oven and when you bite into it cheese started to ooze out of the good pizza. It tastes really cheesy and the bread was baked just right.

A moment I would never forget as a new member was introduced to our tight knit family. The following day I was asked to be his Godfather and an overwhelming sense of responsibility fell on my shoulders. Understanding that now I have the obligation and responsibility of ensuring that he is raised in an environment where family values and spirituality play a significant role in his upbringing. Having such an important individual in my life taught me to appreciate every moment spent with him and the people I love and care for.

It was the day of my birthday, a cold december evening. We had went to the store to buy some ingredients for by special birthday dinner. We gingerly picked up each ingredient from their aisles as we headed for the checkout.

It was a bitter cold November morning. November 15 to be exact. This is a very special day to my family and I. We woke up early that morning to get ready for the exciting day ahead of us. We bundled up in many layers of clothes and made some cofee for my Dad.

It was my summer break and I was getting myself ready to go to fifth grade and I was preparing myself to start a my fifth grade at a different school. My summer break was going so well, my dad had recently lost his job because where he worked the business closed. So for a while we were only living off the income my mom was making, and that wasn't much because she is a kindergarten teacher. I never thought that my parents would have to sit my brother and I down and tell us that my dad got a job, but his job wouldn't be near us.

It was around the end of January, I was helping my dad pack his bags. I was folding the shirts all droopy and sleeves not tucked in right. The weren’t folded all nicely like a mom would, but my dad being able to pull those shirts out of his bag every day like that would make him think of me. Trying to carry his bags down the stairs was very difficult. I felt as if the bags were pulling me. I eventually gave up halfway down the stairs. My sister had picked up the bags and carried them the rest of the way down the stairs. From there, my dad carried his bags to the car and put them in the back. We were driving fast on the highway. Nobody spoke a word. Nothing to say. But when we arrived at the airport everybody was speaking a mile a minute. Tears running down our faces. Hugs being tossed around. My dad picking my sister and me up at the same time,