Personal Narrative: My Childhood Child

It was a Saturday morning March 17, 1996 I was eight months in my mother’s tummy and my due date was in mid April. Uncle Benito had the crazy idea of going to the snow all because my mother had never seen the snow.My mother told me of a hill she sled down from, a great slope that didn’t leave her feeling to good “No me siento muy bien.” My uncle rushed her to Granada Hills Hospital on the morning of March 19, 1996; I was born seven pounds at eight minutes until eight. I was born a very light skin child family members joked about this saying I was adopted, asking me things like “Jose Juan Macias Why are you so white? Where you adopted?” Only three months later my parents both decided that it was time to take me to my dad’s hometown. Jalisco, …show more content…
My mother didn’t get too far in her education, only third grade because money was tight at the time and she wasn’t the only child, she was the first of nine all getting as far as third grade. My father on the other hand was the only child to go far in school, having finished all of high school with grades equivalent to straight “A.” Unfortunately my dad had lost his mom at thirteen and my grandfather’s damn machismo pride got in the way of my father’s education. He was given a scholarship to continue school. With this scholarship my father was really excited to continue his education but when he got home to tell my grandfather he simply responded “No you have to start working now, going to school is for women.”My father had been breaking his back working for his dad since the age of eight. To hear something like that it broke my father’s …show more content…
I even learned a new language, the language of music. My parents didn’t enjoy this new language as much as I did at first, not until I had been playing clarinet for three years. They liked going to my concerts at my school I motivated my brother to learn to play drums and touch up on the piano. I enjoyed my science classes the most (after music). This was where I learned how much I adore chemistry, how easy it was for me to grasp something I liked. I knew I wanted to do something with chemistry I would spend hours studying the periodic table of elements, going out of my way to watch anything chemistry related, in-between all of this havoc I learned how to play chess, A math teacher taught me how to play well. I played and played as much as I studied chemistry. Before I knew it I was sitting on black chair wearing a blue gown, facing a cluster of