Personal Narrative : My Old Babysitter

I remember being taken away from my mother at age seven. My brother was only a year old when we were separated. We were ripped away from her arms and placed in foster care. I can recall that day clear as a crystal. My throat felt constricted as I yelled out for my mother, my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, my knees bruised because I refused to be taken away. From then out my life tumbled down. I could no longer protect my brother, I could not be there to wipe my mother’s tears away. I was alone and frightened. Now that I look back at my experiences in foster care it made me stronger. As of today I am more grounded, and able to go through life with a new lense. I got to experience foster care and am able to empathize with those who have gone through it as well.

Little by little, children finish their meals and get ready for naptime. The children dump the remainder of their milk in the same sink where they wash their hands. Slowly children go lie down on their own. One of the TSS’s turns off the lights on that side of the room. Kayla puts on a rest time cd and goes to start cleaning up the kitchen. I ask what kind of music is playing but Kayla is not sure. Alyssa gets blankets for any children who need them. Kayla tells her the children only get their blanket if they are settled down. Seeing the children start to fall asleep I get ready to leave. Saying goodbye to Kayla and Alyssa, thanking them for their time.

I’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.

A situation where I was extrinsically motivated was when I had to babysit my little siblings for a night. I was extrinsically motivated because I was going to get paid. Usually I do not get paid to babysit, so I was excited and I felt that I had to try my best. I babysit almost every weekend and this particular weekend my parents told me that I deserve to be rewarded for all the times that I babysat. They said, they were going to pay me fifty dollars when they get home, and they were going make sure I did the job I was supposed to do.

I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.

Every single fall—either as September is saying goodbye, or as October is saying hello—my family and I go apple picking. This is one of my family's favorite fall traditions. The apple orchard takes me to a place where every burden of the outside world ceases to exist. The sweet smell of apples enters my nose with every gentle breeze. The bite of the cold, harsh fall air on my skin makes my skin tingle. The soft buzz of the bees throughout the orchard sound like a symphony to me. The seemingly endless rows of trees in the beautiful orchard puts a smile onto my face every year. My family and I always pick a bushel of perfect apples. Striding up and down the aisles, I find the perfect tree with so many apples that it might buckle at any second

Cocooned in my blankets, I drowned out the sound of my parents’ arguing with earbuds blasting soft, indie music. Their abrasive words filled the air, bickering because my older brother was failing out of high school, our family always didn’t have enough money, and my dad was just caught cheating on my mom with her best friend for the past 6 years.

WILLIAM stood at the crest of a valley and stared down over his orchard. The trees stretched out in both directions in long, perfectly straight rows. The sun cut a path through thin, wispy tendrils of fog, and shimmered off morning dew that clung to the leaves and grass; the entire orchard glimmered. The apple trees reminded William of his former students at Beacon Academy, attentively arrayed before him, hanging on his every word. A crisp, late-October breeze swept across the valley, offering a subtle hint at the approaching winter chill. The trees were bursting with red and green apples, the branches bowing under the weight of the bounty. Men and women moved methodically between the rows, using three point ladders to reach the upper branches.

Let me tell you, leaving a baby gate open when there is a toddler in the house is not a good idea. Somehow, someway, a toddler falling down stairs can turn out good in the long run. I know that makes like zero sense but, it will all come together.

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I felt warm and safe, but I wasn’t sure why. Then it came to me. I was home. Not just one of the foster homes I had been in before, but a real home. A forever home. A place where I had a mother and a father, and plenty of food and clothes for me. I looked over to where my sister was sleeping peacefully on the bed next to me, and joy made my whole body feel warm.

During my two pregnancies, BabyCenter L.L.C. has been a frequently surfed guide for my children's developmental milestones. Referring to the site and zealously studying the information served as a litmus test for personal successes of parenting, in addition to my index of "expertise" for engaging in educating conversations with my pediatrician. Currently, my younger son is six-years-old. As a first grader, his teacher requires him to know his age and birth date. However, a favorable assessment considers more than the month and day; he must have knowledge of his birth year also. Therefore, my son's inability to communicate those details would alarm his teacher that he has not reached a crucial milestone in his development. Correspondingly, I

I thought she would never leave me, and especially under these circumstances. We lived in a house in Rogersville Missouri and there was a hole in the floor in the kitchen entering the back deck and pool I did not have a room because they said I did not deserve one. we had a living room with ugly green carpet and the walls looked like fake wood , then tammy and buddy (buddy was the person who did those things to me he is my 2nd adoptive moms, 2nd boyfriend, she only liked him cause he was wealthy I know by the sounds of the house it does not sound like it but they were doing a renovation , we had a boat two jet skis and we had a ford king ranch and a convertible Lexus) had a bedroom with an huge bed and a bathroom with paw prints on the

I never thought that babysitting would cause me to have a severe phobia for ringing phones. Every time I'd hear a phone ring, I'd panic and go into a state of shock that would last for sometimes hours. I wasn't always like this. It wasn't until I agreed to take the job of babysitting eleven year old twins, Micah and Elijah. I'd have to babysit them almost every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday from 10am to 5pm. The worst part about the job was that it was during summer time. The best part, of course, was the 12/hour pay.

For this journal, I will be discussing my sister’s experience with childcare. For her two children, now ages 6 and 8, child care was a necessity as both she and their father work full time. After my nephew was born, my sister placed him in the daycare center available where she worked, and later when he started preschool, he spent half days at an in-home daycare ran by one of my sister’s best friends. After my niece was born, my sister started out using the in-home daycare, so both children would be at one place, but she later enrolled her at an early childhood center that also had a preschool for her to attend when she was ready.

Robin Hood is a noble outlaw hero who, according to the legend, steals from the rich to help the poor. Robin Hood traditionally portrayed as being dressed in green. He is good at archery and lives in Sherwood Forest, and fights against the oppression of Sheriff of Nottingham. And this makes Robin Hood a folkloric hero. This paper aims to show that Robin Hood as an outlaw in English folklore, is one of the icons of England and English culture.