For my first nine years, we used to live in a apartment in San Luis, Arizona. An apartment that consisted of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen and a living room. We were all piled with one and the other. My parents and my two little sister Elizabeth and Jouselyn slept in one room. My older two brothers Carlos and Emilio in another room. My sister Lesly and I slept together in another room. After school my siblings and I would spent most of our time outside. My brothers would roamed around with their bikes, play soccer with the kids next doors, and play videogames in their home. My sisters and I would played with any kid that was outside. We would played hide and seek, tag, collect white garden snails, climbed on trees, and anything else
One of the most surprising and uncommon events happened to me in the summer of 2015, Sedona, Arizona. It started out as a pleasant summer getaway; visiting the Grand Canyon, Sedona rock slides, and just having an amazing, memorable time with friends and family. One day, we decided that it would be enjoyable to have a picnic in the forest. The trees were deep green and lush. The tranquil, relaxing stream of a nearby river could be heard, and birds were chirping cheerfully. After lunch, we all decided upon venturing deeper into the forest near the river. On a rock, a single bright, pastel green caterpillar- equipped with unique spikes, caught our eyes. None of us had ever seen such a creature. We were captivated and intrigued. Since we were not
El Paso, Texas is a relatively large city with a small town attitude. It is one of those cities that grows on you. I embrace the laid back lifestyle and bi-cultural environment - it’s given me an opportunity to develop a unique bicultural identity that influences my motivation to succeed. Especially, being the daughter of an immigrant that upholds Mexican culture. The majority of the population is hispanic, which gave me the sense of mexican traditions that I would share with my family in Mexico. Growing up bilingual ironically provided me comfort in the community. Also, the efforts of the community are being made to modernize and improve the city.
I grew up in Hemet, California in a neighborhood filled with friends that I grew up with. I remembered a lot about my home that I grew up in mostly because I remember details better than most people. I may remember details, but I love looking back on memories I had with my family and friends.
I wonder if I should I start calling Las Vegas, Nevada home now. I’ve traveled back and forth from California to Las Vegas since I was a child. I can remember at the age of thirteen my family and I would take family weekend trips very often. By the age of seventeen I was forced to move to Vegas for 6 months right before my senior year of high school started. Since it was my last year of high school my parents decided to let me go back to California for the last three months and graduate with my friends. Since I wasn’t eighteen yet, I forced to go back to Las Vegas right the day after graduation.
When I was a child I thought everybody’s family would be the same, just your average family like mine and yours. My life as a child was a carefree life, I didn’t care for much, except stuff like doctors or dentist, I’ve done pretty much what an average kid did, I thought we had a good life going. When I went to my classmate’s house or meet their family they seemed like they were average to me. I never thought about how us as a family would have any trouble in the world, I was wrong.
My family had moved to Oregon when I was 7 into hunter’s run apartments and we moved AGAIN when I was 9 to SW Bonnie Meadow Ln, into a fairly nice house. Now, as older children do when they have younger siblings, I didn’t get much attention, but I did have many more responsibilities. Most of which were chores or keeping an eye on my brother, John, and my sister, Mikayla. Mikayla was by all means the closest to me at the time and John was just my younger brother whom my mother adored. Our relationships, however do change but that’s
Mom, dad I want to go to Seattle. I know you have heard me a bunch of times says this and you just look at me with confused eyes and say “Why, Seattle? Why do you want to go there?” And I always answer the same.“I don’t know.” I just know that I want to go there. There isn’t a specific reason only the desire to go there. I can’t tell you why I want to go there, but I can tell you where my desires for this city started. First when I heard the word Seattle for the first time, second from a T.V show called Frasier and the movie Sleepless in Seattle and last was why nobody else that I know wants to go there everybody wants to go to other citys but not Seattle this makes me desire to go there more.
I don’t remember much from the end of my 8th grade year in Palm Springs, California, but I remember the heat. Vividly. I remember the hot sun beating down our necks. I remember the waves of heat hitting us day after day, week after week, never-ending. The heat was a thick blanket covering everything in sight. The heat is the one thing that I will never forget. Well, that’s an exaggeration. There’s some things that I will never forget. I will never forget my mom telling me the news. I will never forget my friends’ faces when I told them the news. I will never forget my last day of school, my last day in Palm Springs. I never thought that I would even have a “Last Day in Palm Springs” until I was off to college. So when my parents told me that
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
I suppose every child thinks their family is weird, but I can not imagine a family with more inside jokes, unique terminology (ie ‘bob’ for remote control or ‘screenage’ for sun-screen), or odd behavioral patterns than mine. The atmosphere surrounding my home growing up was full of laughter and love and ever present were quirky mannerisms giving my childhood character which inevitably affected my own. I felt very treasured growing up and spent time alone. Being alone as much as I was in my early years enabled my imagination to grow. In my free time, from around the ages of four to eleven, I loved to play with Barbies and American Girl Dolls as well as on websites like Club Penguin, Poptropica, and Webkinz. Being an only
I live with my Grandmama, Ma and my younger, 7 year old sister Haji. Our village had houses that were like huts, with dusty, dry roads like the Arabian deserts that you’d see in films like Aladdin. The trees were full of fruit, despite the pale green leaves that hung limply beside them. Grass did not grow in our region, due to the scarceness of rain. The blue sky was clear, almost like a pond before you jump into it, splashing water everywhere.
August 13, 2013 my family and I were off for California. We flew into San Diego and rented a car to drive to Los Angeles. It was about a 3 hour drive but it was so fun. Driving down highway 5 and looking at the coast was beautiful. On the left side of the car there was the gorgeous Pacific Ocean with sandy beaches and white caps rolling in. On the right side of the car there was brown mountains with enormous power lines stretching for miles on end. We were all pretty hungry and didn't want to wait four hours to eat, so we stopped and got some lunch in La Jolla. We stopped at this little sandwich place by the beach. I didn't like my sandwich at all. They put miracle whip on my sandwich and I hate miracle whip but I thought it was mayo so I took a bite and instantly got angry. So first experience in California, bad. But putting that aside I knew there was going to be lots of fun to come.
On days after a fresh snow my brother Jalen and I would put on all of our snow gear and spend the whole afternoon outside. My brother and I built forts in the far corner of our house with shovels and dug holes down to the concrete. We spent hours building the walls and attempting to build the ceilings. Passwords were created so our siblings and parents couldn’t come inside. We had towels for the carpet and played games in the fort until it was dark. Every half an hour or so I would have to go inside and drink hot chocolate to warm up. I was never able to stay warm since I was always going back outside in the snow. I spent every day playing with Jalen. My mom called me his little shadow. My brother Jalen has been my best friend and idol since
I lived in the countryside near a mountain in my childhood. There were many things to play. When spring came to my town, we caught frog eggs and raised them until tadpoles were born as breaking through their house. And we used to swim in a stream every summer. Even some boys were naked in front of the girls, but they were not ashamed of themselves. We picked wild fruits down and shared them in autumn, made a snowman and slid over the snow in a sleigh in winter. When we came back home from the school someone started call other children. One a sunny day, I went out as usual and I saw they had a racing game. I played with earth because I didn’t want to run. “Alike!!!” A scream was heard from there. There was a boy who was crying. He fell ...
When I was a preschooler my family was living in a two story house in Mendota, IL right next door to my babysitter, down the street from my cousins, and around the block from my grandmas. Living in our house at the time was Mom, Dad, Gared, and Geofry along with our four dogs, two cats, and a few fish. My bedroom was at the top of the stairs while the boys shared a room at the end of the hall. It was a safe neighborhood and we knew everyone in a three block radius. My parents were very lenient with my siblings and I’s bedtime, therefore I never threw fits when night time rolled around. Geofry and Gared were always the rowdy ones throughout the day and night, but for me, I was only rowdy during the day. My favorite game was backyard baseball or two hand touch football in my cousins, Aaron and Taylor’s , backyard.