A Blended Home Analysis

I grew up in a blended family. My mother married her husband when I was three years old. That was a life changing event. I was so accustomed to three people living in our house, this included my mom, brother and me. Once my mother and step father were married my brother and I gained more siblings. My step father had four children, one girl and three boys. We then became a family of eight. I was the youngest of six, instead of two now. There were plenty of memorable experiences, lessons, and values that came with being in a blended home.
One of my most memorable moments while growing up was being a tomboy. I knew I was a girl but I really enjoyed playing with males. I played more with my brothers, I enjoyed being outside riding bikes and playing video games. My sister and I were different she would rather stay inside and play with her dolls. I can recall a time when my brother Montrell and I broke our parent’s favorite chair. It all started with me and Montrell running around the house chasing each other. We was having a great time laughing, talking, and running. Montrell and I were always told not run in the house and stay off the wicker chair. That day we were having the time of our lives, until we both fell on top of the chair. All you could hear was …show more content…
If I can remember clearly I think I was about seven years old. My brother and I had a hard time explaining to our parents how their chair broke. We did a lot of self –talking, which is our thinking and actions. My parents was not pleased with us. That day my parents pulled out their brown leather cowboy belt with the big silver buckle. Mom and dad called the belt Mr. Willy, it was used to hit every inch of our bottom. My mother use to always say before a whipping that this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you or spoil the child spare the rod. After that whipping my brother I was punished, we couldn’t do anything but talk upon