Growing up I was the second child, my sister and I was seven years apart. My childhood days consisted of me sitting in my room playing with my toys. I only played with other children, if my cousins came over. I was very different; I was a tall boy with short hair. I didn’t like the skin I was in too much, because I always got picked on in school.…
Growing up is tough. Every day people go through life with careers that they may not enjoy. Throughout the past few weeks I got the opportunity to interview two people about their jobs, one being a young adult who just started working, while the other was approaching her mid-life with an established career. The advice from both of these individuals was both eye opening and helpful. The age of the interviewee definitely influenced the responses I received.…
Growing up in the projects of Hot Springs, Arkansas was anything but a grand ole time. My mom was always heavily sedated due to a fifth of Vodka and multiple Hydrocodone. My mom rarely made it to work. When she did not get paid that meant we would go without water or electricity until she decided she wanted to go back to work. My mom worked as a caregiver and was paid under the table.…
I was ten years ago and I can still vividly remember sitting on an old, wooden rocking chair while the words of The Very Hungry Caterpillar trembled off my lips to a room full of second graders. I can recall the eagerness and excitement that filled their little faces as I flipped from page to page. There was an abundance of curiosity and desire to learn in that classroom that made me happy that I decided on skipping recess to read to the younger students. There was a fire that lit in my ten-year-old body that day. That was the day where I finally had an answer to all the “What do you want to be when you grow up?”…
The Truth of Growing Up As a child all I wanted to do is just grow up and be an adult. As I grew older and taken on more responsibilities, I realized that growing up is not all that exciting and is actually difficult. In the final year of high school when college is the big stress, all the teachers want is to prepare us for the long papers, difficult tests and more stress. In the back of mind I’m thinking, wow this is going to be stressful, I don’t want to go to college anymore. Well my wish came true…
My father has been in the military for 30 years. His career has taken him and my family, to every corner of the world. The Air Force is a demanding career path to choose; often the spouse is left with the full weight of the chores to be done on the home front. During the course of my upbringing these duties were, in part, delegated to my sisters and I. While we never experienced “a life of almost tropical idleness’ (CITATION) like the children of Jane Smiley, we became effective and efficient members of our house hold. We learned to respect our house and our family.…
When I was fourteen, a neatly demarcated threshold between childhood and adulthood manifested before me, identifying itself as “Coming of Age.” And to be fully honest, I wasn’t thrilled about it. To my limited knowledge, Coming of Age was just a program at my church where each week we would talk at length about, well… something. After that process had repeated itself enough, I would have to make a personal speech about the somethings I had learned. All that time for a vaguely defined speaking commitment hardly seemed worth the trouble.…
The environment I grew up in was a very poor one to say the least. Most of the time our heater and air conditioner would not work and we would be stuck battling the elements. I recall many times that we got a snow day from school, all the other children would be happy but me because I knew I was going to have to stay in a freezing cold trailer all day instead of a nice warm school. I grew up with my two siblings, older sister Erica and younger brother Michael. We are really close…
“Deeper Into my Life” Individuals are unique in their own ways and one of mine happens to be my name, Darrnyejah Bolds. Everywhere I go people have a hard time pronouncing it. Many people have given up and just refer to me as “Ms. Bolds,” but also I have two nicknames “Nye”, and “Nyejah,” which is mostly used by family and friends. Over the years, I have adjusted to my nicknames and became very comfortable with them. I entered this world on February 27, 1997 with the zodiac sign of Pisces.…
I kindly accepted that those people were my siblings. They were all part of my family, but I felt an immense distance. Whitney had her own mother standing by her. My eldest sister and brother shared the same mother, whom I never saw before.…
My Birth Story Birth stories have a lasting impact on expectant mothers. Recognizing the influence of birth stories is a key component of informal communication of knowledge about childbirth for expectant mothers. The goals of the birth story interview and discussion are to provide an opportunity to explore the sharing of a birth story as a critical way of knowing within the family and community, and also to promote understanding of the prenatal period and taking-on of the parental role. The topic of storytelling is important to nurses and families, as it allows the integration of the nurses’ experiences into their future nursing practice, which may be invaluable in facilitating authentic and meaningful connections with their patients.…
On a Tuesday evening two months into my junior year, I realized my life was changing. I was transitioning from child to adult in society’s eyes. I was working, driving, and taking more difficult classes to prepare for college. The more responsibilities I accepted, the more I was treated like an adult. It was not until two months later that I realized I was changing.…
When I was an adolescent….. My world was turned upside down when my parent’s marriage started to fall apart. They turned to alcohol and became very withdrawn. At the age of 14, my life went from sports, school and friends, to all about shielding my younger sisters from the ugliness of our lives, salvaging my family’s reputation and making sure us kids had what we needed. What was a challenge?…
My whole life I’ve been a little different. From the clothes I wear and the way I present myself, to the way I look at the world, I’ve always been somewhat peculiar. Not peculiar in a bad way, but in an interesting, provocative kind of way. I am the weird greenish-yellow crayon in the box that no one ever uses. I was born in Anchorage, Alaska.…
There 's a lot of things that happened in my childhood but only a few I can replay in my head as if it happened yesterday. Growing up as a child wasn’t easy for me I was the first child that survived through my mothers pregnancy. Her first child was a miscarriage, then they tried again and out came a beautiful tiny little girl who was a blessing to her parents. On April 17, 1998 I was born in Portsmouth, Virginia but we lived on the shores of Virginia Beach. Throughout my childhood I 've lived in 3 different states Virginia, Mississippi and Florida.…