We stayed there until the spring of fifth grade. Know I live in my still incomplete house on Glen Dr. Looking back to my childhood (well I still am a child), some good memories are with my mother in the spring sitting on our porch drinking coffee. Yes, I have drank coffee since I could sing, because my mom made us sing for a sip of coffee. We would also watch the storms come in on our porch because my mom has always loved storms and it is something that I enjoy with her.
I began to love how nice she was, and how much laughter she could give her friends, and looking back at it, I wouldn’t have known that a random new girl would soon be my best friend. I completely changed after that. A hand needs another to be whole and her hands seemed to have perfectly fit in mine. Unfortunately, things went downhill from there without me even realizing it. Her parents looked me in my eyes like I was a parasite who might try to steal their daughter.
I was a little first grader in a huge school filled to the brim with first to eighth graders, so I didn’t know how to act yet. I caught along quickly and was understanding all my subjects and the work part of school was no problem. It was the social part of the school that I struggled in. I was like august, didn’t know who to talk to or what people would say to me and how i would respond.
When I moved to Utah to Idaho I was three years old. My family and I lived in a brown two floor house in utah with my uncle Martin for a while until he moved out. My cousins, aunts, and uncles used to come visit every single second. We weren 't ever alone. When we moved to Idaho it was just my family living in Idaho in a light brown house with a star on top.
It was two months before my fifth grade graduation and three years from my parents divorce. Little did I know the news my mom told me that day would change my life forever. Tears came down my face when she told me we were going to be moving to New Jersey. At this moment I was feeling very confused and startled. Not only was I upset because I was leaving a place I have called home for eight years, but because I was leaving my friends and most importantly my dad and brother.
Coming to America with my parents when I was about 11 years old was a new adventure for me. There were a lot of changes that needed to be made and experiencing new things. I would have to make some adjustment and getting used to the American culture and learning the language they speak. My parents had made a big sacrifice coming to America. Living their home country just so my siblings and I could get a better education and better life.
At the age of 12 my life was about to change forever. My mother and father decided to move to the United States. They thought that I would be better off going to school here in u.s. They left me and my two sisters with my grandmother. After four years it was time for me and my two sisters to finally see our parents.
I was expecting it would take them some more time but I was mistaken. When I heard that I was starting school the next day, the butterflies in my stomach returned and I was afraid. I felt as if running away would be the only option because making new friends was a task I was never good at. I was very uncomfortable by being surrounded by all these people I didn't know.
Going to a new school for me was nerve wracking because I did not know how to speak the language, but I did understand it. Surprisingly, I made a friend on my first day. I remember going home with a huge smile on my face because I did not know that I would make a friend that easily. A few weeks passed, and I was friends with everyone in my class.
I had no idea what was ahead of me; something I had never really felt before. I was immediately placed in an overwhelming situation of having to meet new people and be as outgoing as possible. Being from a small town, this was way
Yet, I also felt excited and happy to be there, to be with other children and be at school. But, being an immigrant child at the time, I did not understand the culture. As my solution, I followed what my classmates did without any knowledge of whether it was right or wrong. Without even understanding what I did, I made many mistakes and got into a heap of
When I was two years old we moved to Keller, Texas from Pennsylvania. The only thing I remember about moving day is that it was Halloween. My dad recalls that I was being potty trained and had to use the bathroom at every house we stopped at when trick-or-treating. Many memories occurred in this house like every Sunday night when my sister and I would put on a talent show for my parents. Another example was when we would go swimming in the pool that we built when I was 7.
In the summer of 2012, was when I was leaving for Virginia. A lot had happened in the previous months before this moment. Things such as my mom getting a new car, getting a new dog, my mom having a heart attack, and so on. Over everything that was happening, the biggest thing was moving across country from Arizona. Although, the hardest part for me was leaving my dad behind.
When I was born the doctors thought that I would not make it. I had to get a pickline through my arm and all of the way to my heart to keep me going. When my Mom and Dad got to bring me home we lived in an apartment that I don´t remember zip about. Exept those awesome videos that she took on her video camera. I lived with my awesome parent and my bro Kaidin.
Her interest was mainly in music and TV programs, and mine in studying and sports only. I hardly listened to any music or watch any TV shows, so it was hard for me to come up with something to talk with her. Of course, there were things I could talk about other than her interest, but due to my lack of experience of talking to girls, I couldn 't do it. Therefore, it was difficult for me to even talk to her!