My Life History Essay

1207 Words Feb 22nd, 2013 5 Pages
| My Life | The absolute true story of my life. | | Malik Flournoy | 8/22/2012 |
U.S. History
Mueller

U.S. History
Mueller

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“Life is only as complicated as you make it,” my mom would always say to me. My life has been great so far, then bad at times. But in retrospect my life may seem better than others. Although that may be the case, my life isn’t as perfect as it may appear. Being me I had to go through a father-less childhood with a “pop-up father”, brainless injuries, and horrifying memories. I was born November 5, 1997, in San Pablo, California. My mother, Chablis, and father, Damon, never got along after my birth. Till this day my father isn’t in my life. My mother has always taken care of me and my
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With Facebook I could see what he was doing on a daily basis, but never tempted to address him directly over messaging. Filled with the fear of rejection probably kept me from doing so. Remembering the bad times I had with my family wasn’t as easy as remembering the good. Most people don’t want to, but those are the memories that I remember the most. I remember playing on a bed with my brother LaFontae and my sisters Kiosha and Ma’Janae. For some reason there was a glass table below us and we had all seemed to ignore the sight of it. Advice for the future, “DON’T PLAY ON BED WITH GLASS TABLES BENEATH THEM!” Going back to the subject, we were playing around, rolling on the bed, jumping; keep in mind that this was a bunk bed. I was jumping high, touching the ceiling, feeling like I was tall. Then I slipped, falling off the bed onto the floor. Thinking I was alright, my sisters shrieked. Looking down I could see blood gushing out of my knee. I felt pain starting from my knee, moving down my leg and up my thigh. That’s when the water works began. Band-Aids were useless against this cut; it bled through about three bandages. Today I have this scar on my knee that looks like a keloid. Another bad day consisted of me, family, and a water hose. One day my Aunt Belle and her daughter, Destiny, came over for a visit in Rodeo. It was sizzling hot that day, as it felt every day. So we decided to play outside with the water hose, I hated water at the time and my

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