Looking back to where I came from I grew up in a small town in southern Ohio. It was such a small town that it isn’t even considered a town it’s The Village of Oak Hill. Growing up in such a small town influenced me to go out and see what all the world has to offer. In small towns you do not get to see much other than some corn fields and farms so living there my whole life made me want to experience so much more. I went through all of my many years of schooling at Oak Hill Schools. I’ve always enjoyed math especially algebra and also any type of biology class. Biology, however, has always interested me the most and that is why I’m currently in the college that I am today here at Ohio University. Growing up in a small town caused my classes to be very small, therefore, I got to know my teachers fairly well. If I had a question they were always more than helpful. They’re even more helpful now that I’m in college, if I have a question I can still go to them for help. …show more content…
I’ve always loved any sport and they’ve always been such a big part of my life. My parents have always pushed me to try my best and give it my all every single game. Between softball, basketball, volleyball, and track I was always participating in a sport. There was never really a time in my childhood that I wasn’t playing games or practicing. However, my freshman year I decided that I needed to stick with one sport and focus on becoming my best. It was had to choose but I went with my favorite and chose softball. I had many different coaches throughout the years but I had one coach who influenced me like no other, his name was Ed. Sadly, he passed away last year right before the start of my senior year softball season. Ed’s passing was hard but it made me want to try even harder every game. I ended my last season with three different state awards thanks to everyone who pushed me to be my
Sports is everything to me, it gets me through life, teaches me lessons, and makes me who I am. My first sport that I ever played was baseball. Whenever me and my family went to the park it was to do drills and play baseball. Being the youngest and believe it or not the shortest it seemed that's all we did.
Growing up in Texas What is it like growing up in Texas? I have people always state that their home state is the best place to grow up, but I can honestly say where I grew up was the best. We had some much to do and so much to see.
After playing softball for eleven years, I injured my back during my junior year high school season. It was my first season officially on the varsity team, therefore my devastated me. Although I was greatly saddened by this, I still stuck with the team. I went to every practice, game, tournament, and team dinner. I kept score at every game and helped my coaches with anything they needed.
The community I grew up in central Texas celebrated my heritage, honored differences in culture, and fostered personal growth and self-discovery. My parents, with the strong work ethic they developed on their family’s farms in Ghana, encouraged my brother and me to work hard and find ways to use our skills to be of service to others, which wasn’t hard to do growing up in Austin with its many avenues to become involved and take care of the community, whether it was helping to direct families through the Trail of Lights at Zilker Park during the winter or raise money for educational programs for underprivileged kids in the area through working the concession stands at the University of Texas at Austin. It was this collaborative mindset that Austin
Growing up in a small, middle class town in the midwest left little cultural diversity surrounding me as a young child. Me and all of my friends seemed to be cut from the same material. For the most part, we all had two loving, caring parents, we often times did not struggle for items necessary to live, and we often times were never introduced to people much different than us. It can be quite easy to say the midwest is the worst place to raise an open minded child; that being said, I believe my first two hours in Germany opened my eyes more than anything else I have gone through in my entire life.
Growing up in California, my whole life has been around farming and like many others, it’s how I make a living. It’s now been at least a year, living through the Dust bowl and many people have migrated to California with the hope of surviving this crisis. Keeping my crops has become a struggle and that's what most people including me depend on. I am lucky enough to be able to pay my mortgages even though I’m not able to keep the land with the help of family. It’s practically impossible.
I grew up in inner city Baltimore Maryland. Neither of my parents were or are followers of Christ. They divorced when I was very young. I spent most of my life moving from place to place with my mother and two brothers. I gave up on high school when I failed my freshmen year.
A little town in the middle of nowhere is often seen as just a small backward little place. It does depend, however, on what such a place offers to those living there. For those who grow up in such a small place the treasures are endless. This is the place where you learn most of life’s lessons, if not all of them. Having grown up in a town that was really a compact city, made the greatest impression on my life.
As a young girl, around the age of 10 I lived in the Perry projects with my mother. Previously to moving there I would visit often to see my great-grandmother. When I would visit my grandmother there were not many other people that were African-American. The Commodore Perry Projects had been actually made for white people.
Moving from Tennessee to Ohio in the 6th grade was probably the most difficult times in my life. Boardman, Ohio, is where my mother and I moved too, from Murfreesboro,Tennessee. The environment was definitely a big change for me. Murfreesboro had variety of people with diversity and cultures from all around. Boardman is very basic, and not extremely integrated.
One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets.
As a small child, I grew up in India, a place well known for its cultural, linguistic and genetic diversity. As a child I have lived in many different places. As my dad climbed up the corporate ladder, we relocated to five different states in India. Each move made me stronger as I had to continuously get used to different schools, teaching methods and still adapt to the different environments. After each move, I had to make new friends and start over each time.
This kept me super busy but inevitably, as each sport got more time consuming and competitive over time, I was required me to hone in on my favorite sport. In sixth grade, I decided to drop everything but field hockey. I began playing field hockey all year round. It was my true passion at the time, and it still is. With this sport
Small Town, Big Dreams Baldwin county, a place I 've called home since I was born at Thomas hospital in Fairhope Alabama. A place that is like no other, from the beaches of Gulf Shores or the quiet woods located in Stockton Alabama. I moved to the small town of Bay Minette in the fourth grade. Ever since then I 've been preparing for what my life will soon unfold to be. The first day I walked into Baldwin County High School I knew for the next four years, these were the first few chapters in my young adult life.
I think it’s better growing up in the city than growing up in a small town. One of the reasons it’s better growing up in the city is because there is more to do in. Another reason it’s better growing up in the city is because you can have more friends. It’s better to live in the city because there is more to do in the city instead of a small town. For example Greenbrier and Little Rock, you can 5 times the stuff in Little Rock than in Greenbrier.