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When I was six years old, I moved from Ottawa, Ontario to Edson, Alberta, then later to Sylvan lake, Alberta. Even though I was young when I moved to Sylvan lake, I remember the area, the house, and the people perfectly. I was around eight years old when I moved from Edson to Sylvan Lake. We moved from there because it wasn’t a good area for children to grow up. Edson was full of people who did drugs, sold drugs, and wanted drugs. Edson was filled with people who were secretly in groups of bad people who did bad things. My mother didn’t want my brother and I to grow up in that environment, hence why we moved to Sylvan Lake. It wasn’t just the environment that I really enjoyed in Sylvan lake, but it was also the house that I lived in. It was beautiful. What was really amazing about where I lived, was that I didn’t have any neighbours. The house was secluded without any sight of houses around it and behind the house was nothing but field. The field was so far out that you couldn’t even see where it led out to. The reason …show more content…
The pathway was for people who rode their bikes or for people who walked. The pathway was right outside my house and it split into two different directions. If you went straight and walked about seven minutes, it would lead you right into the town of Sylvan Lake but if you were to take the curving pathway, it would lead you to a community pool. If you were to walk from my house, to the town, and look in front of you, you would see a lot of little shops, side by side. The shops ranged anywhere from ice cream shops, to surfing shops, to clothing shops. Right beside the shops, was the lake that surrounded the whole town of Sylvan lake. I couldn’t believe that I had a beach right outside my house and that you could literally walk from my house, to the beach in just a bathing suit. If you were to do that in Ottawa, you would surely be looked at differently but here it was
There is no better feeling in this world than to be outdoors with nature, especially when there are numerous activities to dabble in. Often times people take for granted the sentimental value that they can experience by simply walking through a park. God created the Earth to be beautiful and peaceful, and people need to keep it that way. I have always shared a love of the outdoors with my dad and my brother. We have gone on numerous camping, hiking, fishing, and star-gazing trips ever since I can remember. It was no surprise to me when my dad decided to buy a lake house on Hyco Lake, right outside of Roxboro. We got a really good deal on the house, so my dad decided that Hyco Lake was the perfect spot.
It was the fall of 2010 and little did I know that my world was about to change drastically. We had moved back to Kenosha, Wisconsin in 2008 after living in Mexico, and I was starting to enjoy my life in the dairy state. My 6th Grade classes had just started at Bullen Middle School. It was right at this time when my world seemingly got flipped upside down. My parents had a family meeting and informed my siblings and me that we were moving to a small Iowa town called Orange City. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and sadness all mixed together.
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
As a child, I moved around most of my childhood. From the violent city of Compton, California to the upper middle class of Los Angeles, California, Then later to Elk City, Oklahoma.
Growing up in a small town left my life lacking in experiences and opportunities, I felt trapped. Nothing memorable or influential ever happened in Swansboro, North Carolina. From the spot where you passed the initial “Welcome to Swansboro, Friendly City by the Sea” sign, whether you were entering the town from the east or west, there were only a handful of assorted businesses and neighborhoods, considering the only road through was a three-mile stretch of highway, before you reached beyond the city limits and were headed to the next town. Living in such a close-knit, barely populated community greatly impacted my thoughts, beliefs, and personality. Except while everyone else was content with the average town and the limited possibilities for
Why I live here - After my parents moved to Scarbrough in 2003, my dad found a job and a few months later they decided to move to Brampton because it was closer to that job. my dad’s work
One could say I had lived in “the bad area of town.” Maybe I did, I don’t really think of it like that. I considered my home, my neighbors, my community, wonderful. My parents didn’t like visiting very often. Corrupted by the stereotypes of society that suggested living in a neighborhood with people unlike my parents was actually a shameful act. It made them frown upon my way of living.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
Imagine walking along a wood chip path. The breeze is blowing against your face, and the sun is radiating through the treetops. The sounds of various birds and crickets chirping can be heard. As you come to the end of the path, a dock on a lake appears before you. Scanning your whereabouts, you see people fishing on the dock and catch a glimpse of a boat rental. In the glistening water, you notice children happily splashing in the water of the swimming area. You glance behind at the recreational center where individuals are sitting peacefully with cups of fresh coffee from the cafe inside. You are experiencing a quaint, little park nestled on the shores of Silver Lake called Silverwood. Silverwood Park is beneficial for
In the span of four years we moved from Cole Harbour to Bedford then to Dartmouth then to where my parents currently reside in Lower Sackville. The main reasoning behind some of the moves was to accommodate my grandparents who at the time had some on going health issues; therefore it was easier to have them live with us so we could care for them. Another factor that influenced us moving around so often was for my sport. I played hockey growing up and teams that I made required me to have multiple commitments and team activities per week that would be in different cities than I currently resided in. Furthermore, my hockey career is what was the driving factor of me venturing off on my own here to Ontario, in order to play hockey at boarding school in hopes of getting scouted for D1 universities. In the end I ended up once again after high school moving to Prince Edward Island on my own to play hockey and go to school at UPEI. After a year, I decided I liked it better in Saint Catharine’s as that was my home the past four years, so I packed up and once again moved back and have been here ever
The visual surrounding the lake was perceived before the mountains was beautiful and serene. The lavender flowers near the water mirroring the colossal mountains smelled of spring. The sunset illuminated the sky making it purple and orange. The huge rocks were faultless and could be used for sitting and thinking. The warm breeze reassured that springtime was near. The lake was ideal for swimming, it was so clear. The cabins around the lake were perfect for summertime with family and friends. The clouds looked impeccable as they were angled over the mountains, their rectangular shapes resembled fluffy pillows. The snow had almost completely melted off the mountain in the distance. The environment was well needed for break within a busy life.
Lakeville Park serves as a safe haven where people can postpone reality. The atmosphere includes no worries, concerns, or stress; only jubilation and relaxation exist. As laughter and shrieks of joy cascade from children's mouths, puppies playfully whine and scamper through the lush, freshly-cut grass. Majestic robins serenade one another with lovely songs beautiful enough to bring the grouchiest of men to a gentle slumber.
town a community full of violence, pushed me to want more out of life. My mother didn’t want
I was born in Spokane Washington and lived my first three years on a reservation with my mother and my father. When I was three I also started my modeling career until I was fourteen. When I was four my mother remarried and her husband she was with adopted me she was with him until I was five or six. The pieces I do remember from this time were not ones I care to speak about; they still haunt my dreams. I can tell you I was scared of him and still have a hard time speaking to him still today. When I was ten my mother moved me to Portland Oregon for a year. She then decided to move my sister and me to Southern Idaho to keep me out of trouble. She said Portland was no place for a soon to be teenager to grow up. Had she known then what she knows now I think she would have kept me in Portland. I do not remember a lot of the details of my life until I moved to the little town of Filer, located about 160 miles south of Boise Idaho.