Reflection On The Most Difficult Time In My Life

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When I reflect on the most difficult time in my life, I definitely think of when me, my brother, my mother, and my stepdad got kicked out of our house and had 2 weeks to move. I was about 10 or 11 at the time so I don't remember everything, but I do remember hating it there and my parents always being stressed and upset.

I remember when I first found out we had to move out and I thought I had to move out and live with my dad, which don't get me wrong, I love my dad, but I knew I would hate it over there and I felt like I had a way better chance of succeeding at my moms but at this point I thought I had to move at my dads or be homeless with my mom. At first, me being young and dumb and not understanding the world my first thought
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Eventually things semi-worked out and we moved into my stepdad's parents who lived right across the street from the house we were evacuated. I always used to think it was so funny that every time we drove by our hold house she would flip the house off and I laughed every time. Once we finally moved in, it seemed like we lived there forever and I remember me thinking life was miserable. I had a very small “room” and I had a mattress on the floor, a dresser, and a TV. At that moment with me being a dumb, young kid I didn't realize that I had a such a good life considering the circumstances financially and didn't I realize that a lot of other kids didn't have what I had either. I thought the exact opposite and I thought my life was absolutely horrible. Even though there were some bad memories and with some good memories and one of my favorite definitely my mom bringing home an X-box 360 and NBA2K14 for my straight A’s and her taking me out to eat and telling me we found a house. Another memory and thing I enjoyed was house shopping even though I didn't go a whole bunch since I was in …show more content…
I remember when first walked in my room and I saw all bed on the ground and the dresser and there was a whole bunch of storage in my room and me being a kid and just like like every other kid I always wanted to run around but I never had any room to do so which sucked really bad. Now we're going to get into the bad news and one of the worst memories I had was definitely when I heard my mom and my stepdad arguing every night and I when I saw my mom crying I remember it so clearly and I don't think I'll ever forget that moment. When I was a kid I never dealt with yelling or people being upset so well, and I think that's why this is one of my most memorable experience and why I remember a lot of it because it felt like that's all I was around was negativity. Another thing that I won't forget is our car broke down and it was such a hassle to get to places and to go house shopping and go get groceries. Eventually about after 2 months or so we finally moved out and moved into a nice neighborhood called Hills Of Shannon and when we moved there everyone in my family seemed happier and less stressed and got along more. When I moved here I was very nervous as I moved in the mid-school year and I struggled to adapt to this new school and

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