An Unforgettable Day “I was going fast this is how the most painful experience that I can remember starts out. I believe how traumatising it was for me at the time that it has stuck with me throughout the years since it happened. This event took place in my hometown of Mason City, IA in just a small apartment complex on the southside of town near the McDonalds and the now empty Sears building. I remember the apartment quiet well, my mom and I were one of the many families that lived there. We were poor, if I am correct but my mom made it hard to tell at the time I was a little kid I didn’t know anything about income at the time I barely knew what change was. My mom at the time was a big walker who always took me on walks where I got to rid my big wheel. That bike at the time was it the …show more content…
I had a great childhood at the time I have been told many times that I was a good child and a mommas boy when I was young. Life just wasn’t that eventful for me at the time I briefly remember watching cartoons and playing on my Gameboy Advance at the time most of my memories from that apartment is from some Spongebob game I was addicted to and played 24/7 on that thing. I still remember the graphics on that thing like it was yesterday I lucked out on that device since I never knew how I got it all I remember is playing games on it. When I fell down that day my brain permanently stored it so clearly in my head it was something eventful and traumaful at that time it is one of the crystal clear memories that I have. All my other memories of that place are just images in my head but again I can run it through my head as if I am watching a video on Youtube. This might not seem much to anyone about my early childhood was just an alright one nothing to bad but nothing too good either just me going day by day until chapter two where I hope to tell about a happier memory instead of a painful
Suddenly, I woke up from my worst nightmare, a reality which could never be forgotten. Transitioning to my early years, when I was just about below an age of eight, life was simply difficult and unfair to what I can explain. Poverty, a hard decision to encounter, was simply visible on my family. Hearing in my ears discriminatory words due to my origins and
My childhood was not most would consider to be easy. Both my mother and father had addiction issues that forced my younger brother and I to care for ourselves. By the time I reached the fifth grade, I had attended five different elementary schools. On the days that I did actually go to school, I was not on time. A few years later, I moved in with my grandparents, and my entire life improved.
There were 15 of us from my church all squished into two vans. While I climbed into this big van I thought it was going to be so fun to drive up a mountain, see all the appealing scenery and have the thrill of almost feeling like we're going to fall. Well…. I was wrong. Every second there was a huge bump or pothole in the road so our heads were slamming against the side of the van.
I remember that day in particular; because it was the first time I actually wanted to walk around to get familiar with the neighborhood. As I was walking farther away from my house, I noticed a motorcycle behind me, I didn’t think I had anything to worry about and right before I could blink the man on the motorcycle,
The biggest memory that I had was when I was sent to foster care. It started years ago when my dad decided to drink every single day and social services didn’t think that was something kids to be around so my sister and I had to stay with my grandma for a few months. We couldn’t stay with my mom because she didn’t have a house or a job and none of her boyfriends wanted kids in their house. My mom didn’t like us staying with our grandma because she’s not a nice person to be around.
I had a great childhood. My childhood was filled with laughter and happiness. I also had a very good home life. My parents are still married, I am close with both of my sisters, I get to see my grandparents and cousins very often. I made friends during my childhood that I have kept, and will probably keep for a lifetime.
While this period in my life was crazy hectic and quite interesting, it wont be the focus today. What I am here to talk about today is myself in the present, and how my non-traditional childhood has made me different. Different and more prepared than 90% of the kids my age for adult life and the challenges there in. Responsibility, "The state or fact of having a duty to deal with something, or having control over someone". Some of my very first responsibilities
I will never forget this event, even though I want to forget. I was grumpy, bored, and ashamed that I had a horrible day. And the sandwiches I ate, the bread was frozen cold. I was bored for the rest of the 2 weeks too. AND the power was out for the next 2 days.
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.
Yesterday was an awful day. First I woke up late and I had to skip breakfast and then I had to dash to school. At school I was talking to a friend and was forced to wear a dunce cap and stand in the corner. Next when I got out of school I tripped and cut my knee because the road in my neighborhood is bad it is uneven cobble stone and dirt.
In my childhood, I experienced trauma that had occurred multiple times. I was sexually abused by an older boy in my neighborhood. At the time, I was about nine years old and he was around four to five years older than me. He was supposed to be the one watching all of us younger kids when we were out playing in the neighborhood, the moms trusted him. Behind our houses, there was what we called “the woods”, basically it was just a large patch of trees with a little creek running through it.
I was stuffed in the bottom of a claw machine that was sitting in an entryway of a local diner one cold, January day. It was a snow day in the city, so the restaurant did not have its typical fast paced swing. Not expecting any patrons , the owner decided to close up the diner for the afternoon. Just as he was about to take in the flag, a red, beaten up van drove into the driveway.
My story of my childhood is not to get pity from anybody; my story is empowering! The struggle and the hard times of my childhood gave me the desire for more. My mother inspired me to fight for what I want, to struggle for what I need, to dream for tomorrow because it just might be a little brighter than today and to make the not so bright days’ worth
My mom who was 24 at the time was driving with my older brother jarrom who was 6 my younger brother Hyrum who was 2 and me I was 4. We where on are way up to are grandparents house for a birthday and we where on are way to are grandparents house. We have to drive on the U.S highway to get there house and all I could remember was seating on the car floor and some lady took me out and to me to try to walk and I couldn’t so they took me and put me on a starchier and took care
A memorable day I my life is when I first found out I was a diabetic. I was scared and didn’t really understand what was happening. I was too sick, and for the most part out of my mind. But, what I do remember is a lot of pain and a few visitors. It wasn’t the best day and I don’t remember every detail.