Unlike my father, my mother is very strict. When I was a teenager, my mother would punish me for simple mistakes. I remember her spanking my brothers and me for not cleaning the dishes well. One the other hand my father do not believe in spanking children. As a child, I loved going to my father’s house for the weekend; he would let me get away with being disobedient.
I have loved soccer ever since I can remember which can be since I took my first steps. If I was not playing soccer with my dad and brothers, I would watch games with my grandpa on TV. My dad was a soccer coach and, I grew up going to practices and watching him coach many teams until I was old enough to play on one of his teams. He always told me he wasn’t my dad during the game, he was a coach first and a dad second. As I grew older, I would go to my basement or my backyard to kick a ball around.
My hair was always random colors and my makeup was always done. My parents hated this phase in my life, but they let it happen with only a few jokes over family dinner. Growing up, my little brother and I shared a room and toys. I grew up playing with ninja turtles and barbies. My parents were fine with however I wanted to dress as long as I was happy.
Once I was an average person. I was born in the coastal area of my great city in 1998, in the autumn. My parents were quite happy at my birth as I was their first ever child. I grew up like how other kids grow up usually; being exuberant and naughty at times, listening to your favorite pop music and to irritate the crap out of your PlayStation by playing games on it all day and all night long. But there were two things about me; I never used to speak to many people and I didn’t like playing football much.
On a bright sunny Saturday afternoon I got done with my work and I walked into the living room to watch some television and saw my grandson on his phone. He asked me" hey grandpa how come you don't have a phone like this." I responded to him saying "I don't have one because I've never had one like that so I gave never sought the need to have it now." I right after that told my grandson "that phones are supposed to be used as tools not to sit there and be on them all day because you want to." When I was a kid all we used them for is too make appointments and snare really good news, otherwise whom I needed to talk too was standing or sitting right in front of me.
My childhood was one of the most beautiful adventures I could have had in all my life; since I was small my daily dream was to play with my friends, with them grew up until the age of 17, I remember at age 6 years my mother and my father used to play with me because I did not have friends who play, they bought me toys such as: cars, motorbikes and etc. Once my mother went to visit a friend, I remember that she had 2 children one was called Edys and another Julio , these two children had lots of toys and I had nothing compared to them. I remember that they seemed to be selfish because they were children of rich parents; they had toys brand, bicycles, trucks remote control etc. When I come to the house of these children, they took all their toys
This time, after going on rides that I thought would be scary but ended up being fun, I said I would go with my dad and he seemed proud. He told me that there was nothing to be worried about but still I was scared of not being able to see while getting whipped around in the black, dark room. We waited in line while enjoying playing a video game made into the line. It made the line seem a lot shorter than it was so when we got towards the front, I was surprised to see that we’d been waiting for over an hour. We got in to the ride and it took off.
Watching football on Sunday nights has become the highlight of some households . Sitting on the sofa or in the bleachers while someone in your family is cooking or is going to the concession stand to buy food. While your uncles are screaming at the television or screaming you on and you aunts are saying they cant hear you or rooting for you too. Is all football night lights. That is why I love football because it has multiple things that pulls you in.
“We have to defeat 5 Awesome this time round,” they chanted as they kicked the ball from player to player, each hoping they would not destroy any of Ashton’s mother’s plants and vegetation. Ashton knew deep in his heart that they ought not to play at the backyard. He remembered how he had accidentally shattered the glass window a few years back. “No, I won’t be that unlucky again,” he muttered to himself as he gave a forceful kick, which sent the ball flying across the field and straight past the goalkeeper. GOAL!
History based on real events in my childhood It all started when I was little, many years ago, when I was born I started to have an imaginary friend called 'Clarita', I used to bring her everywhere, only me and my brother could see her,I would carry her everywhere, every time I was eating I liked that they put a dish to her too and I did not like anyone sitting in the place where I said she was, in my house the rooms are facing each other and whenever I was playing my brother told my mom to close the door of my room because he saw Clarita playing with me, my mother took care of it, she didn’t want to scare him, but she did not see anything, later my brothers were asleep, one in my mom's room and the other one in his room, and that's when