The Worst And Best Decision Of My Life

As ,it got darker,we went to a Disney )resort hotel and in the window there right in front of me, was the coolest thing I have ever laid my eyes on, It was a Pirates of the Caribbean gunpowder gun. It was like a pirate gun, but It was fake and my papa got it for me and my brother. As, we got in bed there was a light switch I Turned it on,and the whole room was glowing it was So awesome, I thought I was dreaming.In the morning we wint to the Lelo and stich ride we went Inside it was very cold and had Mist all in the room it was as thick as fog,and we were in Rocket ships. When we got off the ride my mom said it was time to go home.And I will never forget this crazy day.

I remember the rattling and squeaking of the bunk beds as we jumped around laughing. My room was basic except the bunk beds that I found fun in many different ways from jumping off the top into pillows to pretending the floor was lava with my siblings, those memories will never leave my mind. With my brother, David Gaipo Junior, being ten years older than me it was hard to connect at times, but I could look up to him and learn without him even knowing. One difference was that, my brother and I had different mothers with that obstacle I only saw him every weekend if I felt lucky.

My life began with an accomplishment when I was born into a loving family on a hot summer day in July. I grew up in Hamilton, Illinois, a small town situated along the mighty Mississippi River. I am the youngest of my family with my two older brothers being seven and ten years older than me. I am also blessed to be a part of a larger extended family that lives close to home which has had a significant impact on my upbringing.

My childhood was very hard. At the age of 17, I was an orphan. My mother was a writer and my father was a minister, author and professor of Latin, Greek and philosophy. My mother died and then, three years later, my father died. I went to live with my aunt. My brothers died and I was heartbroken.

The family came to pick me up and they acted like they were nice and they loved kids but I was like hahaha….no, they took me to there house and took me up to my room that I was staying in. When I got there, there was another girl in the room and she was asleep. Her name was ashley. I remember that she was the only kid in the house that actually wanted to be my friend.

From the time I was born until the age of twelve, my family struggled with the basic necessities of life. My father worked endless hours in a factory, and yet somehow came home with a smile on his face. As a young kid, I never knew we were struggling. The thought had never occurred to me. As I got older I started to realize that my single father was working his life away to care and provide for his two little girls. He completely put aside his well-being because as long as his girls were cared for, nothing else mattered. Life was never easy, but as a young adult today, I have come to accept that my background has been a prerequisite for greatness, for it is our backgrounds that define who we are. The way we are raised, the way we are taught to believe, and the way we are taught to act, make us who we are today.

I was born at seven-thirty in Manhattan, New York on October 14th, 2002 to seventeen-year-old, Samantha Souchet and eighteen-year-old, Luis Soto. They were kids having a kid. I was raised by many women on one block. Such as my two great-grandmothers, my grandmother, my mother and my three aunts. I was the only child in the house so I kind of grew up acting like a little adult, which I still kind of act like. You tend to learn a lot of things from living with a bunch of women your whole life. I always speak of all the lessons they taught me but I hardly ever speak of my father. My father is my hero and role model.

I grew up in a good environment so to speak, had a mother, father, and two siblings. One older and one younger, so I was in the middle. From what I can recall I lived with my grandmother and grandfather along with my parents and siblings for a while until my parents purchased their own house around 2007 or so.

When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself.

I remember that it was Monday morning, we were getting ready to go on a small trip with friends. I was getting ready with Gabby. She was watching T.V. I was in my room packing for this trip. The doorbell, it was Rachel, she was ready. Breana left couple days early because she was driving instead of flying like us. We were going to Washington for a trip.

When we started growing up, old enough to start school, my mom, brother and myself moved to Pharr, TX. Here my parents bought our property and built our home.

In 1986 my mother divorced my father and moved my brother and I from a small town in Pennsylvania to a small town in New Jersey. My mother chose this particular town because of its close proximity to family members. The house my mother grew up in and that my grandmother still lived in was two houses away from our new house. Also, my aunt and uncle lived about three houses away. With her new life as a single mother with two kids the convenience of it all was too hard for her to pass up.

Our family was moving from our old house in the county into a new house in the city. We had to do this, because my mom had just given birth to my younger

The hardest decision in my life was the one that changed my life. It changed every aspect of how I live and who I am today. With that in mind, there are a lot of stories regarding this particular decision and the events leading up to it. The most important decision, however, which lead up to the decision in question, was the choice to start fresh.

My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.