Essay about My Memories Of My Childhood

897 Words Oct 21st, 2015 4 Pages
Throughout my years of existing in this world, I have witness my parents fighting very often. The first few years of my life, those two fighting give me an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I thought them fighting so many times mean that they’ll get a divorce or worst. It doesn’t help that I tend to fear my parents too, mostly my mother. Don’t misunderstand my statement from saying that I hate my mother or anything like that. I love my mother, but she has the worst temper I ever seen. There’s a time that she gets extremely mad for using the new set of napkins when there are still some old ones left hidden behind the cereal box. Thanks to her temper, I was not a fan of my childhood but this isn’t about my childhood. This story is about the biggest conflict my parents have ever had ever. The one that tops every fight they ever had and cause me to fear their relationship and our family. When I was thirteen years old, my parents thought it was a good idea to own another house in our neighborhood. They both thought it was a good idea at the time to move over to the new house while keep our old home at the same time. I honesty do not know what they were thinking at the time, I was only a kid at the time to understand but even now as a young adult have a fail to understand their thought set on this situation. A few months has passed and we starting to have financial trouble with this idea. It was so bad, there is a chance that we are going to lose both our houses and go homeless. My…

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