Everyone has a memorable unforgettable moment in their life time and will charish that momement as long as they live. I am one of those many with a memorable loving moment. I will never forget it and happy to share it with others. It has been one of many favorite moment in my life. That it even open my heart to be happy and always thankful. Mexico, Oaxaca the two words that come to my mind. I was seven years old, when I over heard my parents talking at the dining table. Conversating about going to Mexico with the family. I crawl slowly tours them from the hall way and jump " we going to Mexico!! ' my heart beating faster then a race car. I never been to Mexico, especially Oaxaca. I 've only have heard storys of my parents home land and seen …show more content…
Mom and dad where packing up the vehicle.My brothers look like walking zombies as they got up on the van. I couldn 't stop smiling of joy. As we all got in the vehicle to settle in I yell out " Goodbye California, Hello Mexico!!". My parents where not playing when they said it was going to be a long trip, took us at least four days and 3 nights. I just recall that because I slept most of the time. I heard my father say " estamos aqui Gorda ", other words " we here fatty", don 't get my father wrong fatty was a nickname for me since a baby I belive. Hey what can I say I was a pretty chubby kid, but that 's other story.I started to look out the window all ready can see different life style even the air smell different too.I was known to ask many questions as a kid , hey I still do. What can I say I am a curios …show more content…
Asking my father for money or if he wanted to buy gum. My father would give them a dollar or buy few peices of gum. I notice my father face look unhappy and try hard to smile. I ask my mom " why does kids doing that?", my mother respond and explain to me that some families where very poor and the hole family would work to be able to survive, even if it ment to put there children to work. I can tell even my mother look sad. There was silent for a good while. My mother put on music to cheer up, that always
For some reason, out of all my siblings I felt responsible for taking care of my dad. I constantly felt pressure to try and stop the fighting between my father and other family member as much as I could. To do this I would always hover around my father trying to make sure he was not experiencing difficulty executing a task. If I saw any sign of him struggling I would get involved, pretending as if I want to help with the chore but in reality, I merely did not want him to get mad. A prime example of this is whenever he cooked dinner, he would always struggle to bend over to reach the pots or pans, I would always be in the next room half-heartedly working on homework while the other part of me was panicking. I remember my heart would always start to race and I would not be able to focus anymore on my homework because of the fear of him becoming aggravated. At the first sign of trouble I would hop up from my living room seat, hoping I could stop him from fighting with anyone in my family. I would run into the kitchen pretending to be an overly excited child asking if he wanted help cooking, know the assistance was not a want but a need. My dad always accepted and I quickly took over the responsibility of cooking even though I hated it. He would always try to praise me after saying what a good, helpful daughter I was. Instead of the excitement that most children expressed after receiving praise I would get angry thinking I should not have to help him with these simple
I actually went to Mexico for the first time in 2007, when I was 12. The whole experience was not what I expected but it to be, because I still had a childish mentality at the time. From that perspective, I did not look at my surroundings and digest what they meant. So because of my lack of understanding, I felt compelled to go back a few years later.
I woke up at 8am, looked out my window and saw two large moving trucks. I sat up and looked around my room but could barely recognize it because it was filled with boxes. I was so sad and just wanted to crawl under my covers and stay there forever, but I put a fake smile on and helped my parents out. Many people had stopped by to say their goodbyes, it was very depressing and there was a lot of tears shed. The next day arrived before I knew it, our car was packed and we started the twenty hour drive to Nebraska. This was the longest and most depressing car ride of my life. My brother and I were miserable and my parents knew it wasn 't worth it to try to cheer us up. My pillow was soaked from tears and I had no idea what my future held. When we finally arrived in Nebraska I was extremely surprised, I didn 't see any corn; there was actually civilization. Twenty minutes after we arrived in Nebraska we pulled into the driveway of my newhouse and surprisingly I felt overjoyed to be at my new home. I then realised that maybe Nebraska wasn 't going to be so bad after
My parents and I jumped into our 1989 blue Aerostar van. My brother was away on a camping trip, so it was just the three of us. The 20-minute drive felt like two hours, and I can remember every second of it. We drove up to the shelter on a smooth paved road that went up to a hill. An empty pasture was on our left side and an old cemetery was on our right. The shelter looked like a small prison. It stood alone in the middle of an open field, surrounded by fence. We jumped out of our van and headed up the walkway.
From the moment I successfully completed my graduation from elementary to middle school, I had my mind set on one thing: money. Growing up in a lower class family, I decided that my family and children would never have to struggle to pay for clubs or school trips. Etched into my ten year old mind about anything concerning money, the choice was obvious. I would have to become a doctor. Starting my sixth grade year, I pushed myself extremely hard. I took classes years above me. I joined every club that my school had to offer. I played for various sports teams. To most people, it appeared that I was a very successful young teen who had everything in life figured out. As I got older, I continued to tell people that I wanted to become a doctor. I told them I wanted to save people's lives; I wanted to go through the years and years of school. For a while, I did believe it. I had no doubts I was meant to become a doctor.
Everybody has a moment or two in their life that they will remember forever in perfect detail. For me the moments that I will remember for as long as I live are the times when, I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, and tore my anterior cruciate ligament, or better known as ACL.
The Most Important Event in my Life The most important event in my life, didn’t even happen to me, but happened to my older sister, Becky. The reason I am writing about her is because the things that have happened to her and the things she has done in the past have affected me tremendously, as well as my family. Her life used to be filled with nothing else but drugs, stealing, and lying. My family has never been the same since then.
September 12, 2016 was the worst morning of my life. Actually, I can honestly say the worst experience. It is worse than when I cut my finger last year. It all started approximately two to three weeks ago. Let me explain, how the situation evolved. I still really can not imagine how it concluded. That day, I learned there are no shortcuts around some things; you just have to do it.
Every person experiences a special moment in the life for the first time. My special moments include learning to play a song on the guitar for the first time, hitting a golf ball for the first time, and being the first member of my family to be born in Canada. One special moment that stands out the most to me would be receiving my acceptance letter to attend university. Being accepted meant I would be the first person in my family with a winning chance to obtain a university degree. Before I was born, my family had been sponsored to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan after fleeing the civil war in Cambodia in the early 1990 's. Immediately after arriving in Canada my Mother, at 18 years old, had to find a job and start working to
There has been so many life changing experiences in my life it is hard to keep dealing with it. Here recently I have been losing a lot of very important people I love or they are getting hurt in some awful way. I have lost my first wonderful cousin, Chris, my brothers wife, Molly. Also Grant, my sister 's boyfriend, is hurt really bad still today. I can not stand seeing many of my loved ones hurt and I do not know how much more people I can lose.
It was a normal Saturday morning everything was going swell until, I awoke up from my slumber only to be left alone at home with my brother. In that short moment where my brother and I were left alone at home to survive I started to panic and overthink the worst-case scenario might happen. That our parents left us to fend for ourselves and we had to endure the up-coming obstacles that would soon arrive. In this experience, I learned not to overthink but to also be patient in and not make hasty decisions.
Wednesday, October 13, 2013 is a date I will never forget. On that day, time stopped for a moment. I was sixteen and only had my license for a month. I was so excited about having so much freedom, that I was driving every day, with no hesitation. I was invincible,or so I thought. This day changed my thinking completely. What started out as a normal day, quickly turned into one that was very different from any other. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and was on my way home. On the way, I realized that I needed gas, so I decided to go through South Carolina, since they have the lowest gas prices. It was not out of the way, so to say. It was just another rout home. It was not the first time I had taken this way, but, it was definitely the last.
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he
Christian Lamas Professor Janiszewska English 101 N Due date September, 24, 2015 Final Draft Essay The Painful Unforgettable Day. Feeling the pain of my fingers getting slammed by hard metal, my feet getting rammed over by the wheels, and the sweat pouring down my face and neck was at just on the first day I started. The company I started my new job on my first day is in Peapod. I never believed it was going to be that physical until I started. It made me feel kind of awkward at the beginning because I just have punched in my badge. Suddenly, I was already getting orders right away from my supervisor, I was not even prepared to receive orders immediately after I met my supervisor. I felt inversely because I have commonly stood self-employed of my majority of the time. It was Tuff working on my
My most memorable trip was the day I went to the Children 's Memorial Hospital to meet my baby brother. Meeting my brother was an indelible moment because I had never felt such happiness and love for someone. On our way there, I also got to create a bond with both my parents and learn how to be a better happier person. At the time I was sixteen years old and was going through a stage where I felt depressed and that’s why the day I arrived at the hospital to meet my brother I felt this warmth in my heart that made me feel happy again.