My story begins with me as a small child, moved eight times around the city of Beckley, West Virginia. It felt as if my life was completely uprooted until I was replanted in yet another welfare apartment. You may ponder why I was never able to fully get comfortable in one home before packing up and being shuffled to the next location. To ease your curiosity, my family was poor. I grew up seeing exactly how the other half lives. Our poverty was a simple cause and effect relationship, neither of my parents could maintain a steady job; therefore, they were always fighting to support their two young daughters. We spent the early years, when it was just the four of us, constantly battling the need for money. I can recall my father spending countless days on odd jobs to bring home a meager paycheck. Or my mother struggling …show more content…
A memorable moment from my childhood that I believe still clearly defines who I am today, consists of me having a conversation with my mother. I can easily recall the happiness that flowed through my body the day that my mother told me that we would finally be able to purchase unlimited groceries. As an innocent girl, I didn't realize that we were now being supported by the US Welfare System. Over the years, embarrassment has fought to erase this memory, however I fight to hold onto it. Whenever I need a reality check, I bring back to mind the brown eyed, non-materialistic, blonde girl, happy for the simple things in