Child Autobiography

I was born on July 1 to a mother who loved me dearly and a father who was not active in my life at that time. During this time, my mother was facing a lot of medical issues that restricted her from breastfeeding me. I don’t remember much about the earliest parts of childhood, but all I can remember is what has been told to me over the years. I was always told that I was a short little chunky baby who had to get hair bows taped to my hair, so others could know if I was a girl or a boy. From the pictures that was taken and collected over the years of me, I was a happy, healthy child even when things were not always perfect; my mother sheltered me from a lot of negativity that would come her way, she allowed me to live a life that I was a child and could act as a child.
For as long as I could remember, I was always an active child. No I did not play any sports, but I was always dancing around, climbing up trees, and playing outside with the other kids in the neighborhood. …show more content…
Things seemed easier for me to understand, this continued until my freshman year of college. When I was in the 7th grade, my biological father won custody of me and he force me to move to North Carolina with him. This transition was weird to me, because I really did not know much of him but only the things I experience since he came into my life after my mother passed. Once we moved, I found out that he was married to this lady that I would soon begin to love and look up to as a mother. My “mom” was an angel to me, because there were times where I wanted to place harm on myself from all the pain my father was placing us through. During this time, I watched him hurt her in ways that made me become an angry teenager. There was always the fear that he would hurt the one person that filled a void that roamed within my heart and