As a fifty-four year old senior, there have been many times that I have been reminded of my age, none so glaring as when I was asked to condense those years into 3 paragraphs. I was born on October 12th, 1962, right between the Bay of Pigs incident and President John F. Kennedy’s assassination. I was born on Hamilton Air Force Base in California, a place which no longer exists. I wonder how many people can appreciate that. Over the years I have heard people say, you can’t go home, or it’s not like you remember.…
It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. When I got on the plane, my dad held me and told me it was going to be okay and not to worry, so I took his word for it. My first impression getting off the plane and seeing the United States for the first time was like ‘WOW!’. Like the first impression of a kid who’s seeing Disneyland for the first time, and then they get there and they’re overwhelmed. It was great, and I had the biggest smile on my face and the thought of my mom and brother back in Haiti was distant in my…
I was born on April 11, 1998 via c-section at Putnam County hospital. C-section was necessary for my survival, because the umbilical cord was wrapped twice around neck. My parents state I was raven black. I only made a squeak, and my parents were frightened I was dead. I was planned, and my mother wanted to name me after family, but my dad disagreed.…
I was born in Artesia, California; February 19, 1997, around 5:00 a.m. I was a chubby baby, I think I weighed about 8 or 9 pounds but I was short baby. My mom already chose the name Antoinette Yasmin before she met my dad. My mom told me she picked my name out of a bible. Which, I kinda find a little bit strange but my mom likes my name she chose for me.…
I was a happy girl living in Dubuque Iowa. Until one day all of my happy thoughts turned into mad, sad, and haunting thoughts because of just one girl and her mother. Read on to find out the story of Brianna Brillhart. I was born on June 17th 2004 at 1:57 p.m. my mother always said that I was a happy baby. Even though my aunt and grandma though different.…
My Autobiography I am a human on planet earth, along with the other seven billion people. But I’m not like the seven billion people. Yes, we have similarities but I am me. I am myself. To every last detail.…
Rose It's Monday March 9th, 2015 five days after my birthday. I get on the bus after school, I turn on my phone and I get a text from my dad it said " Your aunt will pick you up at your bus stop". She picks me up from my bus stop and picks my brother up from school.…
On September 4th, 15 years ago, I was born. I was born in Duluth, Minnesota and lived in Superior. After living there for 5 years, I moved to Arizona. I lived in Arizona for 3 months. My family realized the weather was just too hot, so we moved back to Hermantown.…
I was born on September 16, 1980 in Baghdad, which is the capital of Iraq. I have two brothers who I spend my childhood with, playing outside and trying everything, even crazier things. I went to a preschool when I was four years old because my mom and dad were working at that time. Then, I went to the first grade when I was six years old. Then, when I grew up I stopped playing outside because that's how the life in my culture.…
BIRTH FACTS I was born in the year 2000, on May fifth which is also a Mexican holiday, “Cinco de Mayo.” I find it ironic considering I'm not mexican at all, and I’m only Native American. I was born in Gresham, that's where I grew up for part of my life. It was when my nana used to live in a trailer park with my mom.…
Literacy Narrative Everyone has a story to tell, one of the most important stories anyone can tell is the story of how they came to choose their career path. My specific career path is nursing. Some Nurses tell a personal story of something medically happening to them. However my story is different.…
It was a rigorous fight of life on June 20, 1997. Not only did the doctors say that it was a 50/50 chance of surviving birth but for my mother there was no other choice. As I clawed my way out of the womb my father, the devil, only wanted me to return. But with some form of luck I made it out and was then given the name Diana Lizbeth Alvarez. Although I don’t remember much of my birth, I was told that I was a miracle to my parents.…
I was born on February, 2nd, 1997, in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. From that point on my life has been altered and molded both by nature and nurture. Human development is anything but simple it is multidirectional, multi-contextual, multicultural, multidisciplinary, and plastic. Throughout the past 19 years of my life I have gone through many biosocial, cognitive, psychosocial changes, and will go through many more are as the years go on. My mom comes from a family of nine, and my Dad comes from a family of five.…
My dad moved out and it was just my siblings and my mom for a while. My dad lived on the other side of town for a bit. I slept at his house on some nights. It was fun but didn’t feel normal. I wanted him to be home with us, not away from us.…
I have had many great days, but the most memorable day in my life was August 6, 2004 when I gave birth to the most precious gift one could ask for. A handsome bouncing baby boy named Jhaquan Kevin Mario Lewis was born. When I woke up at 6:00 am on that morning I knew today was the day. I felt all the heaviness of this world in my lower abdomen and a series of painful contractions that I had never felt during the last nine months. I was home alone…