Personal Narrative: Being Raid By A Military Family

Growing up as the son of a career Naval Officer, I have experienced a background that varies greatly from that of an applicant who has grown up in a strictly civilian family. The constant relocation, the exciting places I have lived, and the countless great, unique people I have met, have all contributed that that he unique childhood I have enjoyed. While at times my identity as a military child has made life challenging and difficult, I strongly believe that it has made me a stronger, more adaptable person because I have been molded by past experiences and I don't think that my application would be complete without this information.

My mom has been through a lot with me she got me healthy even if she was sick during the time I was a baby, She has helped me with my reading and writing disability and has pushed me to do my best. She is a strong confident woman that is loving she loves to attend to people and has a great smile. She has shown me that even if times are hard you have to bring your head up and raise it high. I maybe a mama’s boy but my mom is one of my greatest role models and people I admire.

Growing up my mom was the only parent in my household, so naturally we were a very close family. My mom took care of all of us. She always made sure my siblings and I had everything we needed in order to be successful. She cooked, clean, worked, etc., she really was a super mom. Whenever I had a problem with something or needed to talk to someone she was always there for me. My mom gave

I’m a military child. Change was instilled in me since my birth in Spain. My childhood was spent briefly in Europe, the east coast of the U.S, and eventually the Midwest. This change of scenery, schools, friends, and just about everything else in my life led me to be the person I am today. Travelling was amusing and I enjoyed change of pace every couple of years, but it wasn’t easy. I learned early on that getting attached to people wasn’t a good idea and should be avoided in preparation for the next move. This led me to being an incredibly shy child who couldn’t open up to people. The world I come from is an adventurous but problematic one. When I concluded making friends would assist with each transition I found myself too terrified to attempt

Everything my mother did was because she was a single parent and she had to do everything by herself. Therefore, I grew up with the mainframe that was how it was supposed to be. My mother dated men over a period but never settled down. This was my perception of the world; women date men, have their children and raise them by themselves. Being independent was something that I admired about my mother and I thought that was the way to live.

I was born into a First Responder family, both my parents were certified in different aspects of the job. My father was and still is an EMT, Paramedic, and the Fire Chief of our local fire department, and my mother was an EMT for ten years. Being born into this lifestyle I didn’t really view it any differently than other families. Around the age of 5, when 9/11 occurred, this changed. My father at the time worked for a company that contracted fire apparatus to the NYPD for 9/11 relief. Due to this he was called out to New York during 9/11 and our whole family relocated there for a few months. This was the first time in which I realized that my parents job is quite different from many others. Instead of running away from New York like many families

As a child of a Vietnam Veteran, I have witnessed my father and go through many things to receive adequate support. My father suffers from progressive prostate cancer, Post-traumatic stress disorder, and a depraved back. These chronic illnesses have forced him to retire early and seek help from the government for financial support. He has repeatedly seek help for the Veteran Affairs applying for unemployment disability and have been turn down several times because his illnesses are considered to be common for Vietnam Vets. This has been hard on my family caring for him and finding an extra source of income to sustain living. Living in a rural area there are no Veteran Affair offices, therefore, we have to travel two and a half hours and

In September of 1993, my mother, Pamela, was stationed in Kuwait. After a few weeks of deployment, she was informed that she was pregnant and would have to return to the states. In April of 1994, in Fort Lee, VA, she met her husband, Richard. A month later I entered the world, and she was given a choice; leave me with a family member and return to Kuwait, or be discharged from the Army. Having already left behind one child she chose to be discharged as well as to settle down and have a family with Richard. Three years later they welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world, and the next year a baby boy. To people on the outside looking in they were a perfect family, but looks can be deceiving.

Without a father in the household, my mother had to wear several different hats at one time. By that, I mean she had to play several different parts as a parent. She was and still is an authoritative parent. My mother was the one to tell us no, to correct us when we were wrong, kiss the boo-boos, teach us respect for ourselves and the ones around us, talk to us when we were upset, the one to hurt our feelings, taught us how to braid, and so much more. It got easier as we

Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough

My family’s background has influenced me greatly. It’s helped me learn to appreciate life and not take things for granted. The reason for this is because my parents were poor. Both had to drop out of school in the third and fourth grade to go work in the fields to help my grandparents and their families put bread on the table. They moved here to the United States from Mexico in their early 20’s completely empty handed with no skills in many fields to show for and no education. They knew they were at a disadvantage and it was going to be difficult to build from scratch in their new country, but they knew that here in the U.S. they had many more opportunities to make something out of themselves and not let my siblings and I go through the same

Being raised by a single mother has taught me to be responsible as well as owning up to my mistakes and dealing with the consequences maturely. My mother prepared me for life by teaching me how to cook and clean.This type of lifestyle calls for more stressful situations and disappointments, but this has only taught me to turn these situations into life changing lessons to shape a better future. Growing up in a single parent household increased my maturity level by teaching me to be more responsible, independent, and helped me solve specific problems in handle tough situations i believe this will shape me to become a better stronger person for my

She always pushed me to do good in school she rarely let me miss school even if i'm sick. She always told me stay in school and that she has always wanted to but never could. She was living her dream of attending school through me. But instead of living her dream through me she decided to live it herself and is now attending school and this has really pushed me to do more and to stop procrastinating on everything and make a change. Also she reminds me of her childhood and how their hardships come so easy to us and that  simple things we take for granted they lack. Every year we go down to visit family no gas, no water, and no AC. It teaches me to value things more and to not take things for granite.My mom has impacted me a lot because she was the only one who has been in my life constantly and she influences my every decision by reminding me of the fortune of life that we are blessed

The environment, family, and community I have grown up in has shaped me as a person. So far, I grew up in the same house all seventeen years of my life. My personality has grown and molded over the years of middle school and high school based off the lessons I have learned and the things I’ve been through.

When I was eight years old my parents separated, and they got officially divorced when I was twelve. After my parents separated, my mother took on being a single-parent. My father gave up all his rights to my sister and I. Prior to my parents separating, my family was considered upper-middle class. My dad worked as a computer engineer, and my mom was a stay at home mother. After my parents split, my sister and I went from having everything to nothing in a day. My mom had to move back in with her parents until she could find a full-time job and a place for us to live. Because I have seen my mother struggle as a single-mother, I matured a lot faster than most children my age. Even though we struggled with money growing up, my mother always made it a point to go on vacation yearly with my sister and I; I have been to over 30 states because my mom loves to road trip. Additionally, it has always been a family tradition of ours to go to the state fair every year. Because of my family experience growing up, I am very independent. I also learned to appreciate the little things in life. My mom always taught my sister and I that time spent with family is far more valuable than materialistic things. My mother and I are very close to this day, and I will forever be grateful for everything she has done for my sister and me.