My Hero's Journey

It started in February 11 th, 1992 that’s when I was born. A big child as my mother would say, maybe that’s because I was almost ten pounds and put her in a great deal of pain. My parents were born in Mexico; they entered this country at a young age. They worked hard and never complained. My mom got married to my dad at nineteen and had my sister at twenty. I was born two years later. I guess I was the correct child since my parents stopped with me. I went to Rosemary Kennedy for preschool in Riverside, from what I remember I loved every second of it. I made friends that I still have and learned skills that I still use to this age. When I got to Loma Vista middle school, I was only in sixth grade. The city started a new rule where six graders would be with the big dogs in middle school. Since I was the first generation I was a bit terrified. I swore to my friends, we would be put in trash cans and have soaked clothes due to the twirlies the eighth graders would give us. I had older friends, I’ve always been the youngest so, they told me not to worry. They would “have my back” like we would say. I

I already knew it was going to be hard to stay out of trouble there. Once again the same routine started for me. I was ditching, getting into problems with other girls, and having teacher issues as well. Things weren’t getting any better. To my surprise, I met a guy there. I knew a good amount of people but this particular person I never met. We ended up going to the same class when our teacher was out sick, that’s where our relationship started. We were inseparable and we seemed to be a good match for one another. Almost a year into our relationship we found out I was pregnant. We were shocked and scared at the same time, especially since I was only fifteen. We thought of different options, but came to the conclusion of keeping this child. Unfortunately we dropped out of school to support our baby