My Middle School Life

I was an active kid throughout my childhood. Playing sports was something I really enjoyed. At the age of seven was when I first started playing organized sports; the first sport I ever played was soccer. During that time nothing was more fun than playing soccer. My mom would be the one that would take me to all my games; it was rare the times my dad would go. As I grew older I decided to try a different sport, so at the age of eleven, I started playing basketball at the YMCA. I remember how fun it was when we had practice, however, at times my coach would put us to play pick up games with kids that were older, so it was quite intimidating. Once I turned twelve, I joined the school basketball team in my middle school. As far I could recall …show more content…
I have great memories of middle school, but the most memorable moments came while playing for the basketball team. One of the most memorable experiences during my middle school years was when we made it to the basketball championship game and ended up winning it. The experiences of middle school are unforgettable and priceless. I enjoyed all the teachers I had throughout middle school; they really took the extra time to help their students understand the material being taught. I considered myself a good student; I got good grades and rarely got in …show more content…
My grandma was like my second mother she was protective and very loving towards me. My grandparents also took the time to take me out to the park to play on the playgrounds. My mom’s brothers also were important figures in my childhood. I was introduced to sports because of them, and as a result, my weekends consisted of either basketball or soccer games, I had no time to wonder around my neighborhood.

I can honestly say that I have been blessed by not having to deal with many traumatic experiences. However, at a young age, probably around twelve years of age my oldest sister, which at that time was fourteen years of age, shockingly decided to run away from home. That day I woke up like any other school day to get ready to go to school, but I could hear my mom crying in her room. Therefore, I decided to ask my mom what was wrong and she told me that my sister had run away from home. I was confused and worried because I could not come to the realization that my sister would do something this tragic. I started crying in my room. After a few minutes passed and not having heard anything from my sister, my dad decided to go look for her around the neighborhood. Since my grandparents own an apartment complex not too far from my house, it was ideal to go look for her there. My dad was right, we found her inside my grandpa’s storage room. It took me a while