At the age of eight, I had worn the worst pain ever and that was watching my five, year old brother getting hit by a car while trying to cross the street riding a bicycle that had a loose chain. I remember him trying to get up and get to me, but a few adults that had witnessed the accident had told him to lay down. I paced back and forth thinking how am I going to tell my mother, my little brother got off by a car.
My teenage years passed by so quickly. At this time I was into sports, basketball being my favored. I would be at the basketball courts night and day or I would just walk the block bouncing a basketball. I remember playing at the YMCA I was positioned as a point guard because of my accomplishments. After playing with the YMCA I joined other city by the name of River Park Recreation. I played on a team named the Bulldogs. Playing for the city league was the best basketball experience. …show more content…
We would argue so much until I got frustrated. One day I decided to move In with my cousins to find away from the arguments. Well, that one didn't last long. I then moved in with a good ally of my mind for several months.
When I turned twenty I had my first child. A baby boy. In the beginning, it was like a walk and the park until I became a single parent. Times were going so hard I could remember crying myself to sleep every night. But I knew I had someone depending on me and that I could not give