My experience in the United States Although the United States can be a harsh place. My experience in the United States is definitely different than most can say. From digging up bones under an ancient mansion, to playing hide and seek inside of The Dawes arboretum’s letter bushes, my childhood is not an everyday find. It was significantly influenced by my Grandmother and my mother.
Hmm. My childhood, how do I say this right? There is a reason that as of today I am majoring in Forensic Science. Adventure, my childhood was full of adventure. My mother would take us out, and every other day was something new. New adventures, fun filled days to make up for everything else going on in our life. We would go to the beach and have cookouts with everything possible to eat. We swam and enjoyed, juicy stake, watermelon, corn on the cob, chips, salad. Whatever we had wanted from Meijer’s. We had to of spent at least a hundred dollars every single cookout. Next exciting adventure came right after. As the sun is setting we head over to the Drive In.
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The first time I ended up “homeless” I was staying with a friend that had four daughters of his own. My husband and I had gotten into a dispute. He left for the night with his ex-wife. I at the time was working twelve hour nights shifts, at THK. I had the night off, but no matter how hard I tried, I just could not go to sleep. I cried and cried until around five o-clock my eyes hurt too bad and I pass-out. I awoke, to the worst nightmare any mother has ever had. My friend,” Nana” we named her, woke me up asking me if I was ok. That second I look over and notice that my little boy is missing. I asked her in a panic if he happened to be downstairs. We always watched each other’s kids so it was not unlikely but she said. “No.” I ran outside half clothed, no shoes. I had to get my baby. I had no phone, I ran to Nana’s mom’s house praying to God, by some miracle my baby would be outside waiting for
Hmm. My childhood, how do I say this right? There is a reason that as of today I am majoring in Forensic Science. Adventure, my childhood was full of adventure. My mother would take us out, and every other day was something new. New adventures, fun filled days to make up for everything else going on in our life. We would go to the beach and have cookouts with everything possible to eat. We swam and enjoyed, juicy stake, watermelon, corn on the cob, chips, salad. Whatever we had wanted from Meijer’s. We had to of spent at least a hundred dollars every single cookout. Next exciting adventure came right after. As the sun is setting we head over to the Drive In.
I …show more content…
The first time I ended up “homeless” I was staying with a friend that had four daughters of his own. My husband and I had gotten into a dispute. He left for the night with his ex-wife. I at the time was working twelve hour nights shifts, at THK. I had the night off, but no matter how hard I tried, I just could not go to sleep. I cried and cried until around five o-clock my eyes hurt too bad and I pass-out. I awoke, to the worst nightmare any mother has ever had. My friend,” Nana” we named her, woke me up asking me if I was ok. That second I look over and notice that my little boy is missing. I asked her in a panic if he happened to be downstairs. We always watched each other’s kids so it was not unlikely but she said. “No.” I ran outside half clothed, no shoes. I had to get my baby. I had no phone, I ran to Nana’s mom’s house praying to God, by some miracle my baby would be outside waiting for