The Life Of My Life

LIFE It all started on December 6th, 2002. Nicholas Andrew Hulbert was born at 12:53AM at the St Providence Hospital. I was born into a world full of unknowns. “Let’s name him Nicholas, since today is Saint Nicholas day!”. My father yelped as my mother was holding me in the blue baby cloud blanket that I was wrapped in. Although I do not remember anything about my life before the age of 6, memories show that I had done a lot in that short span of my lifetime. When I was 3 my father Eric traveled

Growing up many things was said and done that suck with me through the years. My life has been anything but calm. Family drama seemed like a constant, and no one knew how to get along. On top of all that my health was not good, and it always seemed like I was sick with something new every other week. Sure in life there are going to be good years and bad years, but what if the good years are actually only months or weeks? When your grandmothers and older sister are raising you and mom has a new boyfriend

After my wife passed away, I didn’t think there was much more meaning in my life. I knew eventually everybody passed from old age and I didn’t have much time left in my own life but I had hoped that what little I did have I could spend with my beloved wife, Ruth. We had been married 52 years before the angel of death came and took away my light in the middle of the night. At least she had passed silently and painlessly. Life without her was very lonely for some time. She was all I had in life

My life has been the same for three years. Yes that's right three years. Ever since my dad has left life geot me and my mom pretty good. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was five so I really have no memory of him at all. Then when I was eleven the worst thing happened. My mom got super sick. At that time life got pretty hard. My mom had a hard time keeping up with her job and eventually her house payments. When I was thirteen my Mom was permanently moved into a hospital my mom had assistance by nurses

PEASANT I cannot believe my life. Every day, I wake up, with not much sleep, knowing of the tiring labour that is to come. Stitching, weaving, mending, spinning, harvesting and nursing. It’s no wonder waking up at 3 am isn’t a problem for me. My husband practically has it the same. He must go out to the lord’s farm, tending to the crops and plants. We both hate the summer season. Since he has to work, from dusk to dawn, his work hours will be longer. And now we’ll have to work harder since there

My Life My life has not always been easy, but without it I would not be who I am today. I spent my early childhood in Apache Junction Arizona which is just twenty miles outside the city of Mesa. I lived with both parents, three sisters, and one brother. My parents fought a lot about my mother’s drinking and how it caused so much trouble for us all. My mother fought the most with my dad’s daughter Sarah. They both agreed to move to Illinois where they had family. My father had family in Chicago while

My Crappy Life I figured for my paper I would describe how crappy my life has been up to this point. I believe my parents should have never been parents, but i'm kinda glad they did because of my sisters. If it weren't for them than they definitely should not have became parents. There have been countless times that we have had to be adults or grow up fast because they couldn’t. Parents should be there for their kids no matter what through life not when they just achieve something or win at something

When most people think of life, they don’t necessarily try nor want to remember the hardships and obstacles it took to get here. Where they are now. Among many things, I’ve seem to count negative marks the most in my life. Although i lived a good, middle class life, it isn’t all it’s made to be. I believe my first crisis, would have to have been sitting on a motorcycle and the motor burning me. It didn’t do much damage, in fact little, but it felt like a million suns on my tiny legs. I had been probably

1999, I was born in The Moses H Cone Memorial Hospital in Greensboro, NC. I don’t remember much of my infancy life, but my family had told me that I was a very happy baby. I was so energetic, always wanted to play with others. My favorite toys from my childhood were Barney, and Grover from Sesame Street. I loved Barney more, he is my absolute first best friend in the whole world. My social life was pretty good, I got along with others, but I didn’t really talk everyday. I had only one friend

years old, all I could think about was my family. How was I gonna go to school? Would I lose my friends? Would I ever see my brother again? I would write about my family breaking up. My writing was on a piece of printer paper with pens, (I wasn’t allowed to have markers at my mom’s house). She wasn’t home much so I would write about the boys she brought home. How some of them had tattoos and some of them had cool, funky hair. I was about 11 years old and my 5th grade teacher told me to write about