Personal Narrative: Fremont, Ohio

Everyone has a favorite memory about their lives. My favorite memory took place when I traveled to Ohio in 2014 for Thanksgiving.

As we arrive to Chicago, I began to see tall skyscrapers, which I was very afraid of, I was always afraid of them falling. It was a totally different world, and atmosphere for me. I remember getting my first bite of pizza, and simply just puking it right back out because my body was not used to it, at that time I had no idea that pizza in a couple of years would become one of my favorite foods. After living in Chicago for about a year my family decided to move to Miami, Florida, just because the Chicago weather for us was too cold and windy. In Florida I went to my first year of school in the U.S, not being able to speak english was a major problem. This problem caused me to be held back in 1st grade. After about a year we moved again,because the weather in Florida was too hot. This time we moved to Ohio, a place I have called home for about 10

When people ask me where I am from and I say Cleveland, they often react as if I had said “vanilla.” But if I say Believeland, they perk up and typically want to hear more.

It was April of 1999. My family was at home. Children were running outside. The asphalt was burning. Cars rolled up to the entrance of the apartments and BANG. I grew up in Stockton, California. Surprisingly, as a minority, I wasn’t really a minority. There were, in fact, a large and diverse population of Asian-Americans. But, Stockton is not the ideal place to live. It was hot and dry, almost to the point of a drought. Stockton was also ranked as the one of the top 5 most dangerous cities in California. So, having a nice and safe family is kind of difficult. Eventually, my family decided to move to Crescent City, California when my dad retired. It was a world of difference. There were trees, plentiful water, and a nice cool temperature. This

San Luis, Colorado is the oldest town in Colorado. The Rio Culebra winds through the valley, surrounded by majestic mountains. It is one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen. My family along with many others have been here for generations. The beauty of the land is only accentuated by the beauty of our tight-knit families and culture. To counteract of all the physical and cultural beauty, there is social and economic strife everywhere around me. I live in the poorest county in Colorado and being impoverished is a challenge my community faces because of a lack of education and job deficit. As I have delved into community and family history, I have better understanding that the fact the that while many things like our support and love for family and culture have remain unchanged and untainted, so has the fact that our community struggles

Growing up in rural North Carolina was both a blessing and a curse. My hometown, Fallston, North Carolina, is a tiny town way off the beaten path. Most people speak with a southern accent, are devout christians, vote Republican, think camouflage is a normal fashion pattern, and adore country music. But while I was a child, none of these things were a problem. I never realized how close-minded everyone was or how there were no opportunities for success; I was too concerned with the three most important events of the year: the Fallston FunFest, the Belwood Tractor Pull, and the Cleveland County Fair. However, as I grew older, zeal wore off and reality set in. I started to realize how conservative and restrictive it was. What little Fallston offered,

I witnessed my cousins boyfriend corpse lying on my neighbors lawn. It was a humid summer night around 3:30 when I peeked through my window and saw my devastated cousin sobbing uncontrollably on my decaying porch. Being from East chicago, Indiana has transformed me into the person I am today.

I have spent copious amounts of time in communities stricken with low socioeconomic statuses, less fortunate than the usual neighborhoods I see in Pikesville. The experiences has engrained a strong moral compass into me, leading me to have a solid goal; of beautifying and bettering areas of destitute.

My personal michigan hero would be my mom because she has always been here for me, through the think, and even the thin. I was adopted when I was 4 months old. She found out that she couldn’t carry a baby because of her severe scoliosis. So she waited for a long time to bring home her little bundle of joy. Even though I am adopted, we both have a lot of things in common. For instance, we have the same allergic reaction to mangos, we are both 4 foot 11 ½ inches and, we have the same golden brown hair.

When I was about 11 years old I moved to Canton Michigan from Las Vegas Nevada. It was a dramatic change in my life. Not only is it quite a distance from Nevada. But there was also a different outcome that were made from the people to the weather and not being able to see my dad anymore.

On 12/06/16, at 5:18pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched 1496 Blaine Drive on a dog at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and saw a brown and white pit bull running loose. I took pictures of the dog loose. I proceeded to follow the pit bull down Blaine Drive, the dog stop at 1494 Blain Drive. I exited my vehicle and slowly approached the house. I knocked on the dog and received no answer. Due to large amount to construction material and debris around the property I was unable to secure the dog on property. I placed a leash on the dog and put the dog in my vehicle. I left a door notice at that location to contact the shelter if the dog belongs to the occupant of that house. I transported the dog to Franklin County Animal

Many people believe that Orange County, California is the best place to live for its great location, community and economic strong hold. But what those people forget to take into account is the people that make up this community. Living in Mission Viejo, an overwhelming amount of people think that this a place of Eden, that has the greatest neighborhoods to raise children. Well they are wrong. Our self-inflicting wounds are done by teenagers who choose to poison themselves. I was once one of them.

I grew in a very small Northern California town. I am an only child and I was mainly raised by my mom who worked full time as a waitress. These are only two sentences about me, however I think they paint a picture about the way I look at the world. When you think small town you think sheltered, and you would be right. When you think Northern California you think liberal, you would again be right. When you think only child of a single parent you think independent but close to her mom, you would once agin be correct. Perhaps you didn’t guess all those things from the first two sentences, but I am here to tell you that many people can. I tend to read like an open book. I’m easily guessable.

My Michigan hero is my grandpa Jack. The reason my grandpa Jack is my Michigan hero is because he's kind, funny, and a kid at heart. We have always had fun times laughing till are stomach's hurt and there were tears running down are faces. When I think of the definition of hero I think of fun, loving, and caring. All the memories I have of my grandpa are all good there's to many to name but here's a few snowmobiling, sledding, and boating. That is why my grandpa Jack is and always will be my Michigan hero.

not want him to move to Pocatello. I didn’t want him to take away my stepmom, my brother Zander, and my sister Kyrie. I didn’t want him to take my family from me, I was really close with my stepmom we did things together all of the time and I was Zander and Kyrie’s nanny so I was really close to them they felt like my children, I am the one who started their potty training and worked hardest at it, I am the one who was able to get them into bed at night and I bought them things all the time, took them places and cooked meals and treats for them. I was with them most of the time and I was their favorite sibling, they told me all of the time. Then the next Sunday when I went to my dad’s house it was no longer a question, even though he knew how badly I wanted them to stay because I didn’t want to lose some of the few people that I was close too, he said that they were moving to Pocatello and he accepted the job in Idaho Falls.