The Story Of The Father In My Life Of My Father

You don’t get to choose where you grow up, but you do decide if you’ll stay there the rest of your life. Growing up I feel I saw things that I shouldn’t of ever seen for my age. The neighborhood I lived in had a lot of violence, and the cops would show up at least once a week so that nothing too major would happen. Crimes were always committed on my street, and the only time I was away from it would be when I went to school. After school I would go to the salvation army with my sister, and wait until my mom would get off work. We never knew when we would get home. Sometimes it would be until 5, and other days we would stay until 7. I met many new people which taught me a lot about working with others. Some days were good, and others were not

October 31st, 2006, almost 11 years ago my life took a dramatic turn. At only 9 years old I stepped on a roller coaster-like life event that is going to change my life forever. A 9 foot fall from a house would threaten my father’s life in an instant.

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

When I think back to the time when I was little, as sad as it sounds, I can’t remember my father’s face clearly. I cannot remember what he looked like, or how young he was. When I think back to the time when I was little, I cannot remember much memories. I cannot seem to remember much happy memories with him. When I think back to the time I was little, I cannot remember of what I would do with my father. I cannot seem to remember how I spent my days with him. My father’s name is Jeoung-Woo Seo. He was born in Gwangmyeong, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea and he was born on April 6, 1969. My father is currently forty-eight years old. He is 5’6 with salt and pepper hair. He wears glasses and has a little sour expression as his resting face.

The Birth of my first, Jayden, was pretty normal, and he was on time. I was in labor for

I had to remind myself that everything isn’t about me now. I was a very selfish person. I loved sleeping in, sitting on social media when I was home, taking forever to get ready, no matter the circumstances. After Khloe was born, that all went away. Sleep was barely ever an option unless she wanted to sleep. It seemed like I changed a diaper every 5 minutes. When I get ready for school, I had to dress myself and not only have to make sure she’s dressed, I had to make sure she's at daycare, and I’m at school on time. Because I always had her on my hip, I wasn't able to just get up and go anymore. Sometimes I wouldn't even be able to hangout with my friends, and it kind of just made me feel left out. But the more time I spent with Khloe, I realized how much I enjoyed watching her grow. She made me become a better person mentally and

“Prove them wrong” When I was in fourth grade my dad and brother and I were playing basketball at our house, to help my brother practice. I had never played basketball except against my brother, Brayden. My dad would always be our referee and it was a lot of fun. Even though I never beat Brayden. Brayden didn’t think I was very good, and he would have to play easy on me instead of playing as well as he could have played. It really annoyed me I wanted to be as good as him or better because I wanted to actually have a chance to be better than him at one sport.

“Ya son las Cinco y media,” is what my dad would say to me everyday during summer. We would go up to Redlands to this avocado groove to pick avocados. Under the big, tall, leafy trees we would work until our bodies couldn't take it anymore and needed a break. We would work under the hot scorching sun, our faces dripping in sweat until 3:30. I would always get home tired knowing the same thing was waiting for me the next day.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

It was the spring of 2013. My mom took me out of school early that day because we needed to get driving to Dike, Iowa. Since my sister is also a volleyball player, she has state that same weekend, but not in the same place. However, the sophomores were at the same place we were. Anyhow, my sister drove with my mom to the hotel her team was staying at, and I drove with my dad. I’m a lot like my dad so I get ready pretty quickly and I only pack what’s needed. When I got home, it took me about five minutes to get ready since I packed my bag the day before. On the other hand, my mom had to take at least half an hour to “fix” her makeup and her hair, and my sister took about forty-five minutes just to pack her bag! Anyways, my dad and I made it

If there was one thing that my father made sure I experienced from a young age, it was hard work. When he first traveled to this country, the only thing to his name was his suitcase and a handful of money. Shortly after when I was born, he worked from the ground up to ensure I had a good upbringing. When I graduated high school, he didn't have the money to send me to college, and I didn't want to be snared by student loans, so I had to find another way. I wanted to work for everything that I earned, so I joined the military.

“La la la!” I was running around my room dancing to Kidz Bop on Pandora. My blonde hair half up half down.

You know how when your a kid and you dont think anything could go wrong: well thats what I thought and then everything went wrong. Let me start at the beginning though I was born July 1st 1996,i was sort of an unexpected surprise my mother had only wanted one child and she was already planing on leaving my dad when she found out she was pregnant. Not wanting to leave two kids without a father she tried working things out with my father again that only lasted 6months after I was born and mom came back home with her parents with not one but two kids. My grandparents immediately took charge of the situation and helped there single daughter raise her children in doing so they took us in as there children. How you may ask well by they took us in as there children they literally took us in my mom

My father was a lifeguard, but not in my lifetime, so maybe loving the ocean was in our blood. As children we grew up in Brooklyn and we would go to Riis Park for our day at the beach. One very distinct memory is of my father as he stood waist deep in the ocean with my brother and sister; the waves periodically lifted and dropped them in the water at his side. Waist deep for my father meant it was well over my head so I remained a safe distance (or so I thought) behind them. Suddenly, a wave appeared and before I could turn and rush to the shoreline the ocean attacked. I found myself in a world of foam, pockets of air allowed me to breathe as I was tossed about like a wet sock in a dryer. Head over heals I tumbled, my skin scrapped by the crushed sea shells that covered the sand. After what felt like an eternity I found myself on the wet sand as the wave retreated out to sea; I’m pretty sure it laughed and gave me the finger as it left.

In 2005, it was 75 degrees in Tampa, Florida and my dad, sister, and I were at the beach. I was only eight years old and I felt relaxed. Growing up in Florida was tough because it was only my dad that took care of us. Every morning he wakes up at 6 A.M, makes his coffee, wakes my sister and I up, makes breakfast, and bring us to day care. Since my mom was not around it was difficult for him, being a single parent trying to make means for his family. Just like in “Aunt Alice vs. Bob Marley,” Kareem Kennedy’s aunt describes her parents as “hard workers.” She said, “Mom didn’t have to work, but she chose to work because she wanted to make sure we had everything. They always made sure we had a decent meal.”