Personal Narrative: Why Have Kids?

A long time ago, in about 2004, I was born to two drug and alcohol addicts. We lived in Plano, Texas, in a disgusting apartment. We had cat and dog feces everywhere, and overall it wasn’t the best environment to raise a child in. But when I was about four and a half, my mother put me up for adoption without telling me. I ended up being adopted by my aunt and uncle, but although being four and a half, I will always remember that day vividly, because that was the first day I had experienced real love.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I just had got off the bus and I looked at my phone I saw I had 20 text and 8 missed call. I was wondering why I had so many text and calls before I could even look at them.

April 21, 2016 the day my life changed forever, the day nothing would ever be the same again. To everyone else it was just another day they were living in. On this day I would have spinal fusion surgery to correct the 60 degree curve in my back with two rods, and twenty-four screws. Everything would change for me during my four hours of surgery. The way I walked, the way I appeared to everyone, I wouldn't have the same balance, and most importantly nobody would talk about me anymore. These were all things I had to deal with for two years. I’ve learned from it that I’m a stronger person for putting up with it, and not letting it get to me all the time. Even if some days were harder than other days.

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

As I write this, It is 12:30 on February 10, 2016. It has been 14 years 4 months 6 days 2 hrs and 54 minutes since my life flashed before my eyes. It was 9/11/2001, 9:37 am. It was the breath being knocked out of me and my heart pulled from my chest. It was the reality hitting me that my parents won’t always be. But mostly, it was a reminder to always say I love you to your loved ones. Because, my tragedy came in the form of a jetliner crashing into the place where my daddy worked.

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

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.

When we got to Interlachen, Florida it was March my mom was introduced to the man who is now my stepfather but still no matter how happy I should have been I became a party girl. I lost interest in school and life, I had the “I don’t care attitude” but somehow I still passed 9th grade on time. Over the summer I partied a lot more and then got my life together right before 10th grade when I started school at Crescent City. The school was boring at first, but I met my best friend Katie there we had early childhood together. I was put into chorus and I met my “brother” Brock there he is gay and he doesn’t care who knows it. His amazing we became friends on March 15 my mom’s birthday. 10th grade was a good year for me aside from the ongoing name calling. Yes I will admit I was bullied from 8th grade and even now in 12th grade. Four years of being bullied and sometimes I can’t take it sometimes I get to upset and start to self-harm. When I got into my junior year of high-school I still went to crescent city. That was the best year hands down I ignored all the bulling and it really worked I later found out that my other best friend Loretta she’s Katie’s little sister was pregnant and I was the aunt because we were like sisters her daughter’s name is EmmaJean but Emma wasn’t born until my senior year. Katie is actually currently

When it was my sophomore year in high school, I was going through I rough time. I had experienced so much that I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to continue with life. I was simply tired of trying and fighting because it all felt hopeless to me. Then on June 5, 2017, in the early morning, I wanted

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.

October 8, 2015, is the day that my life experienced a total change. My best friend, who I had known for over ten years, passed away at the age of eighteen after a year-long battle with cancer. Ryan’s struggle and ultimate passing had a profound effect on how I live my life. He taught me that one does not have to be popular and outgoing to get involved and make a difference. After his death, I began to break out of my “shell” and try new and important things. I believe that the best was to carry on his memory is to do this I would have not normally have done and live like each day is my last.

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

March 8th of 2013 is a date that will forever be engraved in my history. That sunny Friday would soon turn into a treacherous storm that would change my life forever. It began when my mother woke up. She was ready to take me to school as usual, but today she was feeling different. As we got inside the car, she had a hard time walking due to a painful sting she had in her lower abdomen. The car ride turned into a horror show as she began screaming from the pain she was experiencing, as if she were ready go into labor. Me, not knowing what to do, asked her if I should call 911. She refused. I was feeling anguished since was driving with the pain, which could have resulted in a car crash. As I got to school, I saw her ride off with a painful look

When I was thirteen years old, I gave myself a shot. I was never good with medical things as a child, like never wanting to take medicine and absolutely hating needles. Many children, and even adults, hate needles but they just have to suck it up and deal with it. That was what I did for most of my life, until I had a very bad ingrown toenail. My mother made an appointment with a podiatrist and off we went. I had no idea what to expect, and figured they could just remove it with not too much difficulty. However, the doctor informed me that removing it would be extremely painful and that my foot had to be numbed before he could do the procedure. Naturally, I freaked out, especially when he pulled out the needle. In my mind, the needle was a