Personal Autobiography Examples

I was raised by a redheaded nurse and a pharmacist with an eye for photography. The life they gave my two younger brothers and I was embodiment of the American dream. We had a house in the suburbs, a real Christmas tree every December and a golden retriever named Rocky. We traveled a lot. From beach vacations in Hawaii to weekend get always in snowy mountain resorts, we usually took one or two family trips a year. My dad being the shutterbug that he was always insisted that my brothers and I posed at every destination and tourist trap. I was constantly told to “sit up straight Thomas”. Some of our biggest fights were about whether or not to pull the car over to take another scenic shot. I always grumbled through the photo shoot and found the constant flash of the camera obnoxious. At my high school graduation I was forced to

Born in California and raised in the deep south, I grew up in two conflicting societies. The cultural geography of both areas differs on a magnitude of levels and complicated my development into the cultures around me, however in retrospect influenced me to be a multidimensional and considerate person. At a young age my parents introduced me to progressive values. During the developmental toddler stages, I immersed myself in two different cultures: what I experienced at school and what I experienced at home. Charleston, South Carolina embodies small-town society though the Greater Charleston Area expands rapidly each year, pulling migrants, including my family, to the growing city. The overwhelmingly conservative views of Traditional Charleston

I communicate in many different ways, whether it be visually, orally or electronically. There are a few instances that stand out. First, through the oral and electronic means of communication. During the summers I coach a youth baseball team and I communicate with the players and their parents in many different ways. At practices where I talk and work them how to do specific drills. At games I cheer them on and give them tips to succeed. But, since most of the kids are only eleven or twelve years old I have to communicate to the parents. I usually do this through email where I tell them about upcoming games and practices. I also provide them my cell phone number so they always have a good way to reach me. Without the

On 18Oct16 at 1111 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 19609 Hwy 226 for a disturbance.

I could talk wonders about my family, but let’s face it the good stuff tends to bore us while the bad things tend to call our attention. My family has it all, the good and the bad. I would say my family should have its own reality television show where every week the viewers would stay tuned in because my family is dramatic, let me clarify that, my family is super, mega, dramatic. Plus, what Hispanic family doesn’t have drama, right? My family has it all, the chisme, drama, and jealousy. I am making my family sound bad, but in reality they are not. My family is very sweet, loving, and caring. Not only do those qualities belong to my family but I tend to come from a very supporting family, even though my parents divorced when I was 15.

On 08-26-2017 at 1908 hours I was dispatched to 1029 South 11th Street in reference to a suicidal subject.

I was eight or seven, I lived in Gallup New Mexico at the time. One day in the summer my mother, cousin and I decided to visit our uncle Paul. He was an older man but very athletic he had his own home gym in his basement. When we got to his house he and my mother sat and had a grown-up conversation, me and my cousin Jerry decided to go explore the basement. In our uncle’s basement, he had four rooms. One had a huge pool table, another one was filled with weights and matts for yoga, the third one we never went into because the door was always locked. And the fourth, this fourth room would become my worst nightmare, it was filled with elliptical and treadmill equipment. After a while jerry and I got bored with playing our version of pool

I always read about people going through things like this in books and movies but I never thought that I would be a victim in the twisted novel called my life. In 2013 I went on a field trip with some of my 6th grade classmates and teachers.We were on our way to West Virginia. I was kind of scared but at the same time I was happy because I was taking a break from doing school work.

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

A miracle was born in the winter of 1999. I was born in the early morning of November 24th. The air was cold but everyone in this particular room was made warm by the joy I brought to the world. The days after proceeded in meeting many new people that I have probably never seen again nor remember seeing the first time. I actually became able to remember what I was living in at around age eight. At the time, I was going to a very stiff ruled, mean peered, catholic school in my hometown. I had been going there since kindergarten and had the ability to be oblivious to all of the hateful actions and the hateful words that were being dumped on me daily. From about second grade to sixth grade I spent each morning before school and each evening after school crying in fear that I would have to go back and face the same hate from the same people the next day. My mother and father finally understood during christmas in 6th grade that I needed to get out of that horrid place. I believe the event that illuminated the extent of the situation for them was when the one thing on my Christmas wish list was that someone would kill me so that I wouldn’t have to go back to school after Christmas break.

First let me give you some background info, my parents are divorced, for as long as I can remember this has been the hand that I was dealt. My mom has four kids, me being her youngest. My dad has four kids me being his oldest. I say this because I was raised by two different people, with different beliefs, and parenting styles. It was hard to balance between pleasing the both of them all the time, and because this I developed at a young age this "people-pleaser" attitude. When in the presence of my father I was quite, I kept my head down, I did as I was told when I was told, I was as sharp as a needle but I lived in a haystack and I made it my business not to pierce anyone. When I was with my mother I was not only alive but I was living, I

I think so far in the short amount of time that I have been alive, which is only twenty four years, my spiritual journey has had many twist and turns. I think I have definitely gone through many changes so far, regarding my spirituality and my religion. I definitely think your spirituality and religion is a very important part of life, I know that when I haven’t been to church or really had a chance to explore my spirituality, especially for some time, I start to feel the need to reconnect. That way I can feel like I am a part of my religion and spirituality again, and I really feel better afterwards. This sounds weird but it’s almost like I feel whole again when I am able to reconnect, like all the pieces are back

My name is Rashad Evans. I was born in Las Venturas (Sin City). My father owned a small restaurant on the LV strip which meant long working days. My mother was a nurse in the Las Venturas hospital but she quit that job to help out in my father’s restaurant. My first job was at that restaurant, I started as a janitor and later on I worked as a waiter and as a chef in the kitchen.

I was born on September 19 2003. I was born in the San Joaquin Hospital in Bakersfield, CA. My mom had me when she was twenty years old. I was born on a Friday at 7:51pm.

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