Personal Narrative: Why Have Kids?

September 2003 is a date that has impacted my life in various ways. Every person is a book in process, we have a beginning, make critical choices, have a climax, but with no wonder how it will completely end. When I was six years old, I didn’t realize I was going to start my American Dream. I was not aware that I was leaving my love ones, my best friend, and my house to live in a country where I knew and had nothing. Crossing the scorching deserts in the middle of the night, I had no idea my life was actually going to change for the better. Being brought from Mexico, I was directly enrolled in Pactolus Elementary School in North Carolina without any basic knowledge of the English language. As a new student, I was afraid to speak because I did not know

Since I was a kid, I had a ton of responsibilities, cleaning up after myself, doing chores, managing to not fight with my brother, although we fought all day everyday, but you know, it happens. One thing that I didn't know wasn't normal was parenting your parent. I go to school do all my class work and during recess and lunch I listened to all the other kids talk about going to the park after school and eating dinner together with their parents. When I got home from school, I had to do my homework and then take care of my mother. Bring her things she needed such as food, water, help her with many other simple everyday activities. Of course I wasn't the only one who was her “little helper” as she put it, my dad helped her and my older brother by two years,

The year was 2015 and in my mind it was going to be one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I was turning 16, getting my driver’s license, inching closer toward adulthood, gaining my independence, and free from adult responsibilities and worries. What I did not know was that one catastrophic event would have such a devastating impact on my life.

It was May 25, 2013 when I, accompanied by my friends, went on a journey that would change my

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

When I woke up on April 3rd, 2011, I didn’t expect that later in the day, my whole life would be changed forever. I was aware, however that something was wrong.

My name’s Rebecca Lynn Peck, although I’ve always gone by Becca. On July 17, I turned 18. Stationed there, my mom had me in Enterprise, AL. Beginning in the army and transitioning to the national guard, our military family moved from Alabama to California to Oklahoma all before I turned four years old as a requirement for staying with my dad. Switching not only cities, but also states, I moved from Broken Arrow, OK, which is about 10 minutes southeast of Tulsa, OK. In the autumn of 2012, my parents got a divorce. Before I moved away, I lived with my mom and brother, Josh. My dad and a woman named Kris got married not long after the divorce was final. A man named Scott has taken interest in my mom. His son, Anthony, studies here as well. Both

In 2007 I was four. I was in my last year of preschool with Mrs. Valentina in the starfish room. I was completely oblivious to the events transpiring in the world around me and couldn’t wait to start kindergarten. Meanwhile, my parents were fighting tooth and nail to keep their jobs. 3 out of every 5 people in my father’s division were fired. They worked all day and night to keep their jobs for our family. My family was new and our parents needed steady employment to send my brother and I to a good school. Luckily, my parents kept their jobs by the skin of their teeth. However, my life was forever changed.

When I was young I did not know where babies came from, just like the rest of us. I use to believe everything my parents told me about babies for example that they came from storks or that you bought them at a baby store. It wasn’t until I was about 12 or 13 when I found out the truth on the biggest mystery I had, the truth about where babies really came from.

On Monday, July 24th, 2000, at 1:28 p.m., at St. Alphonsus hospital in Boise, Idaho, I, Lynzee McKay Misseldine, was born. I am the first born of two. Nothing worth writing down happened until September 3rd of 2001. That was the day my little sister, Maelie, was born. Eight days later, the 9/11 terrorist attacks happened. That is the first thing I can remember. I was holding my sister on the couch with my mom. She saw it on the news, and she called my dad. Mostly, I had a really great childhood. The biggest event in my life thus far, occurred on July 25th, 2007. My mom passed away the day after my seventh birthday. I am positive I could write a whole page about that day in particular. I could tell you about how I had slept on the floor the

The day that changed my life forever was August 15, 2014; the day my identical twin brothers Landen and Brayden were born. They were born at 2.2 lbs., premature, and when they were in the womb, they had a condition known as twin to twin transfusion syndrome. In my brothers' case, Landen was the donor twin, and Brayden was the recipient twin. There was less than a fifty percent chance that the surgery required to save both of them would be successful. My parents decided to go for the surgery and attempt to save them both. Fortunately, the operation was successful, and they were both saved.

What does it mean to be a parent? Being a parent means putting the well-being of your family and baby's safety first at all times, and making sure that no one will harm them. In addition, it means to love unconditionally and helping your kids grow to become respectful members of society. They will also be someone who will make the best possible choices in life and are willing to come to you whenever they need help because they look up to you as their strength and guidance. But, the one thing I don’t understand is why so many parents are killing their babies at the first stage of life, just because they are not ready to become parents. Because I believe if a couple is not ready or is willing to put a baby’s life above their own, they should

The whole reason for my epic cross-country trek was making Christmas in Arizona happen for my kids and today begins the culmination of this extravaganza.

June 8th, 2008 was the day my whole life turned upside down. It was a hot and humid Sunday afternoon. My blond, curly headed six year old self was taking a nap on the couch in our living room with a huge window that looked out over our front yard. I used to love to stand at that window during the summer and look at the bustling neighborhood. My mom and little sister were taking a walk around the neighborhood, while my dad was in our garage tinkering with something.