The Puzzle Pieces Of Life

My teenage years you could say were a little bit better. My parents got divorced, and they fought over custody of me. This is the only time they seemed to care about me. My mother won me. She remarried Joe Capote, and he became my new dad. My name was now Truman Capote. My mother still seemed to hate me, she blamed me for not being a "normal" boy. How could I fail at something so easy as being a boy? Some days she loved me and others she hated me. I was going to a private school for boys in Manhattan. I made some friends. I enjoyed telling them stories and making everyone laugh. My mother forced me to go to a military school to be more manly. That turned out poorly and I returned home. I make some close friends at my new school, we liked to hang out and party. This was the best part of my life. I felt like I was a part of something for once. I was finally excepted into a group of people. This was my lifestyle, I continued to party into adulthood. (Biography.com Editors.)

My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.

My name is Justin Schultz I was born in Elmhurst which is a suburb of Chicago. Most of my child hood was spent playing with my friends and my brother. My brother was three years older than me and his name is Joey. My Dads side of the family all lived near us and my mom’s side of the family lived in Dubuque. We would visit my dad’s parents often and my mom’s parents would come up like once a month and because the water in Dubuque was good they would always bring a jug of water.

Unlike The Glass Castle, author Jeanette Walls, it is not difficult for me to talk about my family history. It is easy for me simply because I was lucky enough and never experienced the hardships that Jeannette and her family went through. My full name is Ana Torres and I was born on October 21, 2000. I was born in Manila, Philippines but migrated to San Diego, California at a young age of 7. I am the youngest out of three kids. I have an older brother named Miguel who is 23 years old this year. He joined the Navy and is currently in Virginia. He wears glasses, has short hair, and likes to dress up like a hype-beast. He is also stubby, hard-headed, and likes to pull pranks. Lastly, I have an older sister named Camille who is currently 21 years old. She joined the Air Force after college and is currently stationed in Germany. She is also super short just like my brother and I.

My full name is John Anderson McNeil, however I go by Anderson. I was born on June 8, 1998 in Jacksonville, Florida at St.Vincents Hospital. I live in Saint Marys with my mother and father, April and John McNeil, along with my three siblings. My mother, April, is an adaptive special education teacher for Camden County Schools, and my father is a commercial lender at Citizens State Bank. My brother, Harrison, is an 8th grader at Saint Marys Middle, my sister, Mary Margaret, is a 6th grader at Saint Marys middle as well, and my youngest brother, Jack Jack is a 1st grader at Saint Marys Elementary. Something interesting about my siblings is that we are all competitive swimmers, including myself.Generally, my closest

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

I was born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa on February 22, 2002 to Matt and Rachel Eilers I was born at Mercy Medical Center. On the twenty third of February I got to go to my home at 7526 Cattail Ct. NE, Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My room had blue curtains; I still can remember it. My brother was born on October 11, 2006. At the age of 5 years old I had brain surgery due to my Chiari malformation. I went to kindergarten on August 20, 2008 at Holloway House. My preschool and kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Varn.

I don’t really know where to begin but i’ll give it a try. My names Jethro (JuJu) Melse also known as Jet. I turned 16 this month on the third of September. I was born in Orlando, Florida. But was raised in Paterson ,New Jersey. My nationality is Haitian. Im also a Christian. I am also the first born. I grew up with two younger siblings. But I had a lot of responsibilities from a young age. I will be telling you the story about me.

I am Aliyah Shaleese Crawley. I’m just a small town girl. I was born in Fayetteville on September 18, 2001 and was raised in Lake Waccamaw with my mom, dad, and older sister, Amanda. As a baby, I was always bouncing on my bed, looking over the rail. I was constantly smiling with a red rash under my nose from allergies.When I upgraded out of my pen, I was happy playing with my blocks on the regular making houses with them for my dolls play with and sometimes, I'd go organize the tupperware cabinet. I'd sit in front of it, to surprise my mom, even putting a child lock on it so she couldn't get in it.

Because my mother would work about two jobs at a time to take care of us .My older brother and I spent a lot of time outside. I used to go out with my friend Josh and Osi we would do anything for entertainment like play football and causes trouble. We used to hang out

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

My parents took custody of my sister’s children, which then began the chaotic day-to-day home life that usually left me in tears by bedtime. I was in middle school at the time, as a middle school aged girl I felt a whirlwind of emotions. I wanted to do things that other kids my age were doing but that wasn’t always possible. With very mentally handicap children in our home it wasn’t easy to just invite a friend over to come spend the night, not only would my mom say no but also I was far too embarrassed. I wanted to go out and eat in a restaurant like I heard my friends talking about, but no, going out to eat with my sister’s children would be very difficult because they couldn’t sit still or refrain from making loud noises in public places. I wanted my mom to take my friend and I to the movies rather than always going with a friend and their mom, but my mom was always tied down to caring for my sister’s

My parents divorced when I was 11 and my mother left for Europe to be with her family. She definitely moved to USA when I was 16. I was really close to her while growing up so after she left I did not really have a female figure to look up too or to share my worries with. I grew up in the city and I was going to a private school; being the kid without a mother at home made me feel different but that was not something you could talk about in my dad’s house. He is a proud man and he put that pride in us so we had to keep our heads up all the time. Still, I had people talking on my back. I started keeping to myself from there and doing everything on my own without asking anyone help because that is how my dad wanted us to be: educated, successful, proud and independent so we wouldn’t have to deal with failure or rejection. I realize today that as people, we will always need someone’s help at some point in our life, and pride is not everything. It is hard letting go of old habits, but I am trying to be more of a people person because we can also learn from failure and rejection. They are all part of life.

A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult.

When I was eight years old my parents separated, and they got officially divorced when I was twelve. After my parents separated, my mother took on being a single-parent. My father gave up all his rights to my sister and I. Prior to my parents separating, my family was considered upper-middle class. My dad worked as a computer engineer, and my mom was a stay at home mother. After my parents split, my sister and I went from having everything to nothing in a day. My mom had to move back in with her parents until she could find a full-time job and a place for us to live. Because I have seen my mother struggle as a single-mother, I matured a lot faster than most children my age. Even though we struggled with money growing up, my mother always made it a point to go on vacation yearly with my sister and I; I have been to over 30 states because my mom loves to road trip. Additionally, it has always been a family tradition of ours to go to the state fair every year. Because of my family experience growing up, I am very independent. I also learned to appreciate the little things in life. My mom always taught my sister and I that time spent with family is far more valuable than materialistic things. My mother and I are very close to this day, and I will forever be grateful for everything she has done for my sister and me.