Religion has always been confusing for me when regarding myself and my family. Everyone around me had their own or didn’t have one at all. My grandparents were catholic and taught their six kids in a catholic mindset. All my aunts and uncles got baptized, went to church every Sunday, and read the bible. Once they got older they stopped going though. I don’t think any of them even stills believes in god anymore. Then there’s my sister, Julie, who was raised catholic in her younger years. Her grandparents would take her to church and Sunday school and even wanted to get her baptized as a baby. My mom said no though so she wasn’t. When Julie was in Elementary School her grandmother sent her to a religious camp. I didn’t have to go though because …show more content…
When the time came, we would all get together and celebrate. Christmas and Thanksgiving were the most common. For christmas we usually had a party and the only part I didn’t like about it was having to dress up fancy. I hated wearing dresses and fancy shoes but the adults insisted on all the kids getting dressed up for Christmas. During the party the adults do their own thing and so do the kids. Then we would each get to open one present that was for us under the tree. Thanksgiving was my favorite because we got to eat food. My mom and aunts let me help with cooking the food though too and that was surprisingly fun. When everything was ready the men would go eat in the living room and watch football. Most of the women and children would eat at the table because we didn't care about football. We didn’t have a kids table either, everyone would sit at a singular table. I always hear about “the kids table” in movies and other stuff. I never understood why because at my house we were never divided by …show more content…
A lot of the time if i’m bored I take my ferret, Angel, out for a walk on her harness. I like watching her walk down the street on her tiny legs. Sometimes when we’re walking she’ll get scared, so she climbs up my pant leg to get me to pick her up. I take her out because it’s entertaining for us both. Another thing I like to do is play badminton. It takes off stress that I have and it’s good for me too. The only person I like playing it with is my mom though. I tried playing it with my sister but she was very, very bad at it. Most of the time I will just get frustrated by her lack of ability and go inside to find something else to do. My mom says I take it too seriously. If i’m not doing those things a lot of the time I'm on my phone, talking with my friends. I don't like watching tv and if I had it my way, we wouldn't even have a tv. But unfortunately my mom makes the rules and all she does is watch tv so I guess it will have to stay. I’m usually at home but if i’m not I either go to my aunts house or to meet up with my friends Camryn and Amber. A lot of the time we go to the park or the store. I always have to show them where to go though because Amber doesn't live in town and Camryn just moved in town. I find it funny because I know where we are at all times and have to tell them and they are clueless. It’s only because I grew up in town and had a lot of free range though. If i’m not doing any of those
We would get together to celebrate usually at my parent’s house for my mom’s side of the family. At Easter we always had a ham and many side dishes. Thanksgiving always brought a delicious turkey, sweet potatoes, scalloped corn and my favorite cranberry relish. For Christmas we had a ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, glazed carrots, and for desert pumpkin pie. We always had a Christmas tree of some sort with homemade decorations that us kids made. We also celebrated my brother’s birthday since he was born on Christmas Eve. A tradition of my own was to get my parents to let me open one gift on Christmas Eve, because my brother got his birthday presents and I thought it was not
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
One day I got a call from my grandma in Ohio who had heard through my father that I was struggling. She was a very religious women and had called me to give me help. She said “Samuel you are a gift from god and you need to realize it”. This got my attention and began listening to her to hear what she had to say. She told me “Sammy god loves you and I know you don't think he cares, but I promise He will be there for you always.” I don't know way this got me but we immediately and a long conversation of god and religion. She got me thinking about how religion could help me and my situation. I wanted to learn more. My grandma and I had a very close relationship even though she lived all the way in Ohio. The next summer when I went to Cincinnati, the first person I wanted to see was my grandma so I could spend time with her and see how she was. I did not get to see her the first day, but I rode over with my dad we all talked. The day I saw her was Friday which meant the sabbath started at sun down. The sabbath is a rest from work, school work, and everyday life. It starts Friday night then we go to church from sunrise to
The home I was raised in was a mix of my parent’s upbringing. My dad had family traditions for everything, and my mom’s family went to Texas Roadhouse on Christmas Eve, followed by midnight mass at Immaculate Conception. The customs I’m going to focus on will be traditions passed down through my dad’s
Our relatives frequently visit us, and we have lunch or dinner together. The adults sit and talk in the living room, while the kids usually play outside.
The older children got to set the places at the dinner table. Once dinner was placed on the table and everyone was seated, we would go around the table and state things we were thankful for. After dinner and the table was cleared we sat around the table and look at the Sears
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
I feel as though I have an interesting background as far as my Christian faith is concerned. I grew up in a household where my mother and I went to church every Sunday for most of my childhood, but my dad did not go. I could never figure out where he was on the religious spectrum, especially because my grandmother, his mother, puts some sort of religious packet in each of my birthday and Christmas cards. Religion is something that was also slightly shoved in my face, but only when it was felt to be necessary. As I grew older, we stopped going to church as often, and my mom would break out the bible to make me read it in the times I did things she didn’t agree with, sort of like a punishment. I have always believed in God and prayer though. I believe it is
Yea I guess you could say I had it really good. We were a functional family got up at 6 had a nice hot cooked meal, enjoyed good wholesome conversation with my parents, kissed my mom on the cheek on the way out the door and then went about my day. When dinner time came around once again we all gathered… around the TV this time we would watch the news, a few sitcoms and maybe a movie to cap the night off. I guess you could say that was our daily routine. As sad as it is, not every one lives in the leave it to beaver lifestyle I once had.
Most days end the same way. I get home at 4:00, the house is empty and quiet. I walk inside already grinning at what's to come after I put everything down. Then, in the span of two minutes, I'm sliding on the wood floors of the kitchen singing at the top of my lungs the certain song that's had the pleasure of being trapped in my head the whole day. The empty room is my stage, and whatever happens to be in my hands is my microphone.
It was my fault, no one else’s, the time where failure hit harder than someone beating a drum. End of spring 2013 I found out that I was repeating the grade all over again, never have I imagined myself being in that position till that year. Leading up to this was beginning of ninth grade year, terrified knowing that I wasn't going to know anybody I was going to be alone. I went through so much emotionally it began to show the first few weeks of high school. Constantly having anxiety attacks where I end up staying the entire day in the office since I kept crying eyes out.
My mom baking cookies, grandma snapping peas and dad on the chair sleeping like a bear. Those were the signs of great dinners and loving moments. The family tradition was something worth waiting for. The first fall break I could remember was Thanksgiving.
Christmas was always a big event in our family. We always spent Christmas Eve with my father's family and Christmas Day with my mom's. There was always a lot of food and many gifts, but for the first four or five years of my life, I had no clue what we were celebrating. I really don't think I cared too much, being a young child caught up in all the excitement. And I had something to call it. Christmas. That's all I really needed until I stumbled upon a Christmas special on television entitled A Charlie Brown Christmas. I must have been four or five years old at the time, I can't remember for sure, but I don't think I had started kindergarten yet. But I know I was curled up in a Sesame Street sleeping bag in front of our old television set, one of the small older models instead of the giant entertainment centers like we have now.
As the school bell rang, the whole class jumped from their seats and sprang out the door. It was Friday, the best time of the week, the next day you can sleep in, no school, you are free. That is what I thought my weekend was going to be like, but I was mistaken. It went more like this.
The entire family got together and it was always a last minute thing but no matter what was going on we all decide we would go up to County Park Lake to have family time. There would be my grandma and my Aunts and Uncles and their kids when we pulled up to the parking lot. Under the shade trees the women would be sitting trying to stay cool and the older men of the family stand around a grill they would be sitting up the charcoal pyramid to lite to start grilling the food while the kids where at the tot lot playing the equipment you could hear the laughter of the kids playing . Also the mean talking about which is the best way to grill. The women would be laughing at the guys arguing over which way was bett...