Personal Narrative : My Family

For the past seventeen years of my life minus a few months, I have lived in the United States. I grew up skiing and bicycling in Grand Rapids, Michigan, until my family decided to move all the way out west to Flagstaff, Arizona. Many eleven-year-olds might become stubborn and defensive in response to such a massive, life-changing move, but I remember embracing it because I was with my family, and I was ready to face any obstacle that unveiled itself to me because I knew that my late comedic father, my worrisome mother, and my troublesome brother would be right by my side. As we made the two-day drive from Michigan to Arizona in our SUV together, we watched the numbers on the odometer crawl up more and more until there were 2,000 more miles on the car than there were when we started, and we

I think I could say I have a pretty tight-knit family. Only immediate family though, like my mom and siblings. I grew up in Fairview Heights until I was five with a brother and two sisters. I was the youngest out of all of them and always got picked on, but as we all have grown up we get closer and closer.

Mom had always been the provider of the family. She worked at a failing elementary school as a reading recovery specialist. She didn't care so much about the money as much as she cared about her school kids. She was a very loving person who wanted her school kids and her actual kids to succeed in life. Mom was 5’2 and weighed one hundred and two pounds, she also had short brown hair. Her eyes were the color of the sky. Your mother cared so much about you in particular because you were the oldest and hoped that you’d go off to college and travel the world. Your father, on the other hand, was nothing to look at. He stood at 5 feet and weighed one hundred fifty pounds. He was bald, sunburnt, reeked of pot and lone star beer. He was in the military

My research family consists of five family members. Tanya is a 45-year-old African American woman; who works as a homemaker and provides beauty assistance to her local neighbors, such as being a make-up artist and a hair beautician. Tanya was raised in Louisiana in a single parent household, she has no recollection of her father nor did her mother ever mention his name. Her mother had a gambling problem, Tanya remembered her mother once gambling her brand new silver necklace her grandmother bought for her as a gift. At 17 Tanya went to live with her grandmother and refused to speak to her mother again. Mrs. Bell (Tanya’s grandmother) was on a fixed income and taking care of Tanya only added stress to the situation. “I couldn’t be a burden

During chapter one the two things that stuck out me was nature vs nurture and correlation is not causation because I can easily associate this to my childhood growing up. When I was a baby I lived with my birth parents for a few months. My birth parents had a few issues, including bipolar, drugs and alcohol addiction, violence, which lead them to prison and treatment. Not long after they were sent I was put into foster care. At 18 months old I was adopted. I grew up in a huge family in a protective home, where I was taught many life lessons by my parent and siblings. Growing in a huge family was beneficial for me because I always had someone to rely on and help me through rough patches. They taught me and show me how to be a better person than

Throughout this semester, I constructed several writing prompts that supported me in creating detailed assignments. Although each one of these writing prompts have assisted me in producing a solid final product, writing prompt six inspired me to elaborate as thoroughly as possible for my ‘Family Tree Project’. Through interviews and online resources, I have been able to discover a substantial amount of information about generations before me. I learned about my older relatives, the significance my family had in their community, and the diversity of my ethnicity. When discussing with my distant cousin Lonnie Melton about my great grandparents, I discovered my great grandmother was a Cherokee Indian. As I constructed writing prompt six, I dove

The family being interviewed are in a two-parent household. Included, is the mother, C.A.P. age 36, the father, N.I.P. age 40, and the son, C.L.P. age 7. C.A.P. got married to N.I.P. nine years ago. Shortly after, C.A.P. became pregnant with C.L.P.. Previous to moving to Northern Minnesota, they lived in Mid-Western Minnesota. When living there, N.I.P. worked two hours away while his wife, C.A.P. worked in their hometown. Eventually, the couple decided to move north because N.I.P. got a job offer. Now his commute is less than fifteen minutes from home. C.A.P. majored in business management with a focus in travel, tourism, and hotel management. She now is a loan distributor at a bank in Northern Minnesota. N.I.P. majored in machine technology

I dashed into the brush to find cover, the rain was pelting on my back. It was my first Boy Scout outing and we were playing a game of capture the flag, but the lightning was coming, we all could see it off in the distance.

When I was eight years old, I realized I was slightly different from my dad, but very similar. My dad, and my brother, and I were sitting upstairs in our room and my dad said, “I’m gonna draw something for you guys to guess.” So my brother and I sat there waiting and watched him draw it. My brother and I were interested and what he was drawing and we really liked it. My dad made sure the drawing was well done so we could all guess what it was. He was getting close to the end and me and my brother kept trying to guess it and have fun with it. It took a minute for my brother and I to guess it, but when we finally got it is when I realized I wasn't talented at drawing like my dad and I don't like to draw as much as him. Although I had fun with him, we are very different.

What I learned about my family and most importantly about myself is that we all have a role in our community. The money that I earn by completing my chores goes towards my favorite shops and some I save for the future in a savings account. The role I serve in my town goes through the church community, where I spend most of my Sundays helping my grandmother with Bible School. My History has always contained me playing sports like soccer, gymnastics also teeball, baseball lastly softball. But my timeline also contains my parents divorce and my knee injury. My house was built inside a huge rock wall that is barrier around the back side of my house. I have learned a lot not only about what my role is in the world, but that everyone has a part

My family legacy all started when my dad decided to immigrate to the United States. Life was tough back in China during the 1980’s. The government was corrupt and all the ideologies from the government failed resulting in a mass famine that was widespread throughout the country. Both of my grandparents died when my dad was only fifteen years old and was forced to work with his siblings to support the family. They worked for twelve hours a day with no sleep and barely any wage. Finally, my dad had enough of it and was ready to move to the land of opportunity. He was ready to bring his hard work and determination to the United States.

What keeps me up at night is how privileged I am. My father grew up in a very poverty stricken town, Guanajuato. Even though his family owned a great deal of land to cultivate fruits, they were barely able to make ends meet. My Grandma and father would have to wake up at 5 am to walk all the way to the other side of town and then catch a bus to a nearby town, Celaya, to sell what they had harvested. While there, my father would go to a nearby wasteland to find any old toys or clothes others had thrown out. This was a continuous thing until my dad, at the age of 15 decided to come to the United States, with nothing else other than a few extra pairs of raggedy clothes, that he had gotten from the wasteland. My father stayed in Texas to help provide

I chose to create this family book because when my whole family was gathering for thanksgiving I noticed how diverse we are in our family. I have two gay uncles, my grandma lives like 15 minutes away from me, my aunt lives with her mom and children and there’s way more in my family. I always knew that my family was diverse but I did not know their specific name to them. I was also inspired because I am the only one in my family to go to college so I learned about different types of families in the world that I can go along and teach my family about the type of family they are. Once I teach them and show them what type of family they are I know they will teach future generations and that’s exactly what I wanted to do. This book will be one of

My father is a good dad and a good person. For this to happen to him was a hard thing for him to go through. I love my dad, and I want him to live for a while. When he got an infection in his brain that scared my mother and I. He had to go through a surgery to get the infection out of the brain that was the size of a lemon. He was in the hospital for two months the first time. The surgeon thought it was all good for him to go home. He went home for about a month then had to go back into the hospital because the infection came back. The surgeon had to take out his left temporal lobe of his skull. It was infected,

My parents have been divorced since I was a kid and they have their own separate lives and families. It was only me and my older brother until one day when I was 15 we learned that we were going to have a little sister. My Father and his girlfriend ended up having a girl, Alicia, named after my late Grandmother. They lived together for a short while until they ended up having many issues from financial to legal issues, like getting kicked out of their house, and broke up. They were uncertain about who would take Alicia and tried passing off a baby to their friends for short times then to other friends and then family. They did not want to give Alicia to her Grandmother because her and her Mother always fought about everything. But they finally allowed Alicia's grandparents to take her. She was only supposed to stay there for a short time but one thing led to another and now her parents have supervised visits. They have separate times and can only see Alicia on Sundays. Her grandparents, Deborah and John, have taken care of her for 4 years now by giving her everything she needs.