My Mother: My Best Friend

Over the years of my life thus far I believe that I have grown into a near replica of my mother. Most prominently we share similar physical characteristics such as hazel eyes and similar smiles, but our similarities fall beyond physicality. I often catch myself mid-sentence and think “Woah, I just sounded exactly like my mother!” I believe that my mom and I possess the same kindness in our hearts that we wish to share with others. We also share the characteristics of excessive worrying, unfaltering forgiveness, and being extremely gullible. I consider my mother to be my best friend because she understands who I am more than anyone else in the world. It for this reason that I felt it proper to include her in my autobiography.

My mother, Natalie Ann Matthews was born on December 31, 1962, in Akron Ohio. She was the firstborn child in the growing family of Frank and Beverly Dinapoli. She described her childhood spent playing outside from dawn until dusk with her sister Karen and her brother Patrick. She fondly remembers the carefree and creative world she lived in as a child and began to compare her youth to the generation of children today stating that “technology has stolen their creativity.” My grandparents built a family home on a few acres that were filled with gardens, and horse barns. My mom had her own horse named Sandy and recalls that her favorite childhood memory was reading her book underneath her horse as he stood still as a statue patiently waiting for his