In my early years.
In my early years there was a fun part in my life I enjoyed. My grandma got me and my sister a sled for Christmas. We played in the snow while my grandma watched the twins play. We also went out for ice cream on Sundays after church. My grandma would get us root beer floats, and she would just get a cone. She would always end up dropping her ice cream on her shirt. My grandma meant the world to me.
The worst part of my life was having to live with a different family. I had to go away for a couple years from my mom till she got better. My mom drank and fought with her husband. I left my parents and went to a new family in Gregory. My sister and I didn’t like being away from our mother, we felt lost and sad. I never thought
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I was wrestling with my brothers and some friends and it got out of hand. I ran against my brother and we broke the door and it fell. When my mom got off work she asked what happen and I lied to her and said I didn’t know and that I played outside all day. My mom found out it was me and my brother who broke it she was mad but she told us to pick up the little broken pieces up off the ground. We got grounded.
I wanted to be a singer. I practiced singing all the time. I sang my heart out. I always told myself “you’re going to be just like Rihanna”. I wanted to be a singer because I loved singing. I always watched music videos and sang along. I pretended like I was that person standing on stage singing. My mom and grandma were my audience.
I never really got sick. I only had seasonal allergies that came every once in a while. I broke my arm and sprained my ankle. I broke my wrist when I fell off my bike, and I sprained my ankle when I fell off the trampoline. When I got my allergies I didn’t like it. I hated being in bed and not able to go outside. When I broke my wrist I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to throw as well and my ankle I didn’t think I was going to be able to play basketball anymore but it healed and I could do everything again just not the same
I was born in Ohio on Wright-Patterson Air Force Base to two musicians in the Air Force Band. My mother was an airman, and my father was a Sergeant. I was born with a love for music, and when I was younger I swore I would become a star, but was always too shy to do anything about it. I remember hearing my mother sing and play her guitar, and my father would play the saxophone. Those were the good times.
Sophomore year I was playing at a soccer tournament with my old team. I was playing a great game even though the score was not reflecting my hard work. Towards the end of the game I jumped up caught the ball landed, my body went one way and my legs went the other, then I fell to the ground. Everyone around me had heard a pop, I knew it was my ACL. From this moment in my soccer career I knew I needed to be determined and to be focused on my recovery in order to get back out there.
Monologue of a Black Loyalist I was abandoned. I was surrounded by people who took away my freedom. They took me away from my family and friends. I hate America. I hate it since slavery is legal in Virginia and many other states.
Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still
I have always been a particularly musical person. When I was younger, I wanted to become a singer when I grew up, but upon joining the choir in elementary I realized I did not have the talent for singing that I thought I had. Continually singing off key and never sounding as good as my peers did, I decided to confine myself to singing at home where only my family could hear me. Despite this revelation that I was, in fact, a terrible singer, I still wanted to participate in some type of musical performance and decided to join the band in middle school. After trying out various different instruments, I settled on the flute and quickly fell in love.
I meet ambassadors from around the world, and I was able to speak with amazing musicians and performers. While in Hawaii, I snorkeled in Hanauma Bay, hiked Diamond Head volcano, and visited Pearl Harbor. I will never forget the friendships that I forged all because of music. I began as a naïve middle schooler and transformed myself into a confident performer and student. I now carry a sense of pride because I finally completed my dream.
When I found out Selena could sing, that’s when the wheels started turning in my mind. I saw the chance to get back in the music world through my kids. ”http://www.selenaforever.com / Selenamusic/selena_biography.html.
The experience at school was a defining life moment for the transition because it caused me to be an independent individual. The school had a very demanding level of study with a very burdensome load of work. With this big work load I was taught, and learned, how to work at professional level in both my academics and my artistic requirements. I also had to learn how to get my work done and also practice my vocal technique in a timely fashion while keeping my mind and body healthy.
Growing up was a nightmare. Reason being, my parents divorced when I was in the fourth grade and I had to live with whoever would have me. I was shuffled from Aunt to Aunt until I graduated high school.
My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th.
Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself. It all started way back in the 5th grade and all my friends and family know I love & play the game of baseball. The baseball season for the little league I play for is about to begin in about 1-2 weeks.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”
Many times we would be in the car singing and dancing to the tunes she would blast through the speakers. It was not until my middle school days when I began to grow an appreciation for more than just pop, country, and Disney music. It was my first day of 6th grade and I walked into my choir class. I remember my teacher, Mrs. Grady, standing by the door welcoming all of us students by singing. In that classroom, there was an abundance of happiness and joy and because of that I began to associate those feelings with music.
One of my favorite memories growing up is how much time I spent reading. Whenever I got a new book I couldn 't put it down. I remember that I would always read on the bus ride home. Reading was something that I liked to do. As I’ve gotten older my choice of books has changed alot, a different genre for each of my phases.
Life for me growing up was super difficult. A lot of my childhood was pure traumatic. Also, it was a struggle for me and my family, money wise and food wise. Also, our house was very small. We even lost our father and I also became a teen mom.