What Is The Experience Of Growing Up In A Motel

I grew up learning everything myself and my mom never really listened to me and because of that now I'm used to keeping everything to myself and she wonders why but that is not her fault. I had to survive, that’s what I call it because you either had to hide the certain special things you wanted and expect the worst out of your older brothers. There were never any words of advice from my older brothers towards me and at the moment given I was only allowed to see my father on the weekends. When my father said specific things he said is using big words, and at the moment I was too young and he was very wise as he had been in my position. My two older brothers have a different dad than my older brother and I. The time my mom was struggling in working and not receiving help from no one and had to maintain 4 male children that fought for food as it was scarce and fought for clothing even if it was too big or too small. This has made me realize that the image a

I lived in a small trailer home with my mom, dad, older brother and younger brother. I loved that little trailer, even if it was not the best, I still called it home. Even though I loved that place, there were times when I noticed that my parents would struggle financially and they wanted us to have more than a little home, they wanted the best for us. There were also personal difficult obstacles we had to overcome as a family. As a result, my mom went back into college to study for a Registered Nurse. I didn’t spend as much time with my mom as one child wishes they could, but I knew she was working lots of hours and going to class just to be able to give us the life she thought we deserved. The same applies for my dad, I knew he would come home from work in pain, exhausted, but he was doing it all for his kids. As I was growing up and noticing these things about them, I began to admire them and loved how

We were living at my uncle’s house in California. I shared a bedroom with 3 other kids including my brother. I didn’t mind sharing a room because it was always better than my house in Mexico where I didn’t even have a bedroom! My father at the time was working for Construction Company and my mother stayed at the house. My parents had been saving every penny they could so that we were able to buy a house for ourselves. My father has always been a hardworking man. I just love how he is a very optimistic and motivational person. Every time he came home he would always be in such a positive and energetic mood no matter what the circumstances were. Life was good at the moment, until I had started my first year of school

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

To start, I have always been the kid that never really had traumatic family issues, as I was also the kid who could be considered ‘spoiled’. My parents typically found a way to give me what was asked, and ensured that my sibling and I always had what we needed. I grew up with a sibling, six years older, who came to be the child who was not athletic, nearly failed high school multiple times, and did not attend college. On the flip side, I was the child making straight ‘A’s in high school, thriving in softball, and planning to attend college. I lived in a very rundown town in Estill County, Kentucky called Irvine. With that, I attended Estill County High School, excelling my freshman through the middle of my sophomore year, where I transferred unwillingly to Boyle County High School in Danville, Kentucky due to my mother getting a better paying job. The biggest differences between the two high schools would be the amount of students, the success rates, and the different styles of teaching. What seemed to be my whole world turning upside down at the time, turned to being the best decision made for me and my family today.

As, we settled in Palatine, without a father in my life, I basically became a father and a caregiver to my brother and sister. Many days and nights, my Mother, had to go out and run some errands, there would never be anyone to babysit my siblings especially since money is so tight. I would be the one watching them, many times it could be for hours and other times it could be all day. They would often have seizures, which I learned how to take care of and learned how to distribute the emergency medication. Often, I would have to come home from school or practice and help make dinner, clean the house, or help get my brother and sister ready for bed. After doing all of these chores to help my Mother out , and i would still be able to crank out my homework, and still manage to get great grades, because I knew the importance of them. This has always been a stressful situation in my life. My life has made me a better person, everything has matured me, and made me a better person. All of this is a part of my identity/background , it's made me who I am, and prepared me for the life. I'm not the normal football jock, this is my

My background goes from the island of Puerto Rico, to the country of El Salvador. As I get more in detail of my family you will discover we are not your average “Brady Bunch”. Were quite the opposite, even though I am beyond blessed with the family I have been given, we are as screwed up as they come. It was my first day of kindergarten when I came home to find out my parents were separating and getting a divorce. My life went into a tailspin. Growing up my father was always part of the picture financially. He was always a pay check at the beginning of the month. He was never there for what I felt were important life moments. As the years were to come my mom took care of my brothers and I. My brothers who were angry with my father lashed out by getting involved with the wrong crowds, and drugs. The weight of the family of fell on Victor. There were several factors that majorly effected my life. One of them being I was molested at the age of eight. So I went to very dark place. My parents were divorced, my brothers were giving my mother more than she imagined, and then I was molested. My childhood was robbed from me, it

During my mid-teens my family went through a lot of changes. My parents had separated and divorced,

While I was around the age of 6 or 7 I was living with my father and mother, they were married, but soon they divorced and it was only my brother, sister, and mother. Sooner than later my sister left the house at the age of 16. And that that time I was wondering why everyone was leaving me. And it was only my mom and my brother. Then at the age of 13 my brother also left home and it was just me and my mother. My childhood did consist of me

By the time I was five I was changing pampers. I basically grew up being in charge of the household, which I didn’t mind because I knew how hard my father worked. My father never got a chance to go to college because he had to work to support us, by watching him struggle I knew how important school was. I was an A honor roll student and Gifted Talented, and when I got to high school I was in AP classes. When I turned fifteen my life changed, my father met someone that wasn’t such a good person. He ended up throwing me out because his girlfriend

For the first 4 years of my life, I lived in that trailer with my mother and father in Lawrenceburg, KY. On March 2, 2000 my little sister was born. My father worked at an electric company doing electrical engineering work while my mother stayed home with me, and then 22 months after my birth, with my sister Haley. My mother didn’t pay much attention to us even though she was a stay-at-home mom, so I wasn’t talked to often. I learned a lot of my words from the television I was always placed in front of. I was left alone a lot, which translated to my liking to be alone still today. I was no very close to my mother because though she was there, she didn’t engage with me. Once I was 3, I started

Growing up was not easy as it will seem my parents started to own grocery store in 2001 when I was just one year old and throughout the years they change it to a restaurant but they did not have anyone to help the so my parents had it to take my sister and I to work everyday. Both of them had it to work everyday and they did not had time for us, when we started to get a little bit older they started to leave us home alone when my sister was nine and I was six. As a kid I did not understand why they had it to leave everyday, so I started to cry because I did not wanted them to leave. My sister made it her job to take care of me and basically raise me. My sister was born three years before me and as kids we were inseparable. My mother use too

My family used to be like it was portrayed in movies; father, mother,daughter, son, with a few pets living in a nice house in a small town and friendly neighbors. My life flipped upside down when I was seven years old because my parents were getting divorced and I had to start a new life in Kansas with a man I didn’t know and my mom. I was hurt that I had to start my life all over and start a new school, leave friends behind, and I wanted to live with my dad too just like my brother was. I wanted to stay Nebraska and not leave my friends behind, not leave my home, and not leave everything behind. As I had to organize on what I wanted to keep and leave with my dad, tears ran down my face, realizing my life wasn’t going to be the

Childhood is rough and everyone’s family is to some degree dysfunctional. I say this in hopes to let you know that you are not alone. Your story has fascinated me, and I see your memories jump off the page as I read. Vivid descriptions of the surroundings and in-depth explanation of how you feel during each situation has allowed me to relate to you on a personal level. Through your story I have been able to come to terms with unresolved issues in my own past. It has also allowed me the distinct pleasure of knowing that it was okay to have the emotions that I did during my own experiences. With all that aside I wish to speak to you regarding a couple of decisions that you made during some very tough situations. I believe if you would have taken a different approach and looked at it through a fresh perspective before making them that you would have chosen differently. Blaming yourself after what Dr. Boudreaux did, trying to get in the middle of your parents arguments with each other, and

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