Sitting at the kitchen table in our house that we recently built and moved into on the outskirts of Pillager near Camp Jim, I began to question my mother about her childhood. As we began talking about her childhood I could see a little twinkle in her eyes as she remembered how much fun it was being a kid and not having to worry about all the problems grown ups have to deal with every day. My mother was born in Carolina, Puerto Rico and by the age of two her family had moved to Colorado.While they lived in Colorado my mother's family lived with her dad’s brother. They stayed in Colorado for just over a year until her fathers job in the military took them to several east coast states. The most memorable state was Fayetteville, North Carolina because she was old enough to actually remember the short stay they had in the state. Shortly after my mother had entered fifth grade her father got orders to go to Lima, Peru to help on the military base there. Her family lived in a wonderful house just outside of town. In the beautiful house my mothers sisters and her made memories that they will never forget,like making mud pies out of sticks and mud. After two years of living in Lima they moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina for three years, and back to Lima for two years. Throughout all of the moving and changing of schools my grandmother was the main caretaker of all the kids and made sure they were doing well in school,while also making sure there was food ready when everyone got home. Her father was the working man of the family,he brought home the money to support the family. During school events like softball and other school activities my grandmother would always be there to support the girls,but my mother can only recall one tim... ... middle of paper ... ... dates before they even got to know his true personality. “ I loved my childhood, I couldn’t have asked for a better one.” is what my mother told me talking about her childhood. My mother lived her childhood to the fullest and enjoyed every second of it even if she didn't have everything she wanted. As she moved from home to home and school to school she realized her best friends forever were her sisters. Even up to today she talks to her sisters every day even though Larissa lives all the way in Wichita,Kansas.My mother enjoyed playing barbies,baby dolls, and house with her sisters. Even though their father didn't always seem like he was supporting them he kept the family together and always made sure they had everything to live a comfortable life. As they got older my grandfather has became a much bigger part of their life and does anything to make everyone happy.
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
Under Armour and Nike are very close competitors in the athletic wear for sports and recreational use. Both Under Armour and Nike have goods and bads but at the end of the day Under Armour is a better company, with a better clothes line. Nike came out over thirty years before Under Armour, but Under Armour has by far surpassed Nike in popularity and style. In another thirty years when Under Armour has been out as long as Nike today, Under Armour will be more superior than Nike in the athletic field. Nike will eventually be over ran by nike and will be a small company like Adidas
...going to elementary school, along with my father studying and receiving a Bachelor’s Degree in Computer Science. At the age of 8, my family moved to Dallas, Texas because my father got a job there. My little brother started kindergarten, and we lived there for 2 years, and moved again to Montreal, Canada, when I was going into 5th grade. I had to take one French class because it was the second language of Quebec, a state in Canada where Montreal was located in. But it was fascinating to learn a new language other than my mother language and English. I spent 2 years in Montreal, and then finally in 7th grade, I moved to Denver, Colorado. I had to move from different places and schools, which partially was a disruption to my education and partially not because I learned the different cultures that exists in just two different countries, located in the same continent.
What defines an excellent childhood? Childhood is the precious time in which children should live free from fear, go to school, and have fun. My childhood memories mostly take place in New York because that is where I grew up and where the journey started. I didn’t move to California not until I was nine years old. I had a fun adventure going from state to state learning about their history and culture. I still remember on how I used to get up for school and how I came back from school. I still remember how I either played in snow if it was winter or ride my bike if it was summer. My favorite part was going to state fairs only because the state fairs had cotton candy. My childhood evolved mostly around my Nintendo 64 and my Polly Pockets (20+ of them). When I had come to California, I was really shy because I really didn’t know anyone here besides just one family. It was really awkward going to a new school and looking at these people you barely know. In a few months after we had arrived in California, my family and my mom’s family had gone to Disneyland together for the first time. This was my second longest car ride after traveling. It was so fun meeting Disney characters like Minnie mouse, Donald duck, Mickey mouse, and Clarabelle Cow. The scariest part of the trip was the Haunted House.
Whenever Waldine gets an award for school, her mother could not come to the ceremony because she is booked with work, though her mom makes up for her absences by being a big sister for Waldine. Since Waldine had two brothers, she did not know how it is like to have a big sister though her mother easily filled that void and was always there for her. If Waldine ever made mistakes, her mother would always comfort her and tell her that it is fine because people could learn from it. Waldine’s mother may not have been a great mom but she was someone that Waldine looked up to despite her flaws. Her mother does what she can for her kids knowing that she cannot be there when her children needs her the most and Waldine respected her for that due to her willingness to give up her time for them. Waldine was fortunate to get close with her mother because she was about to leave her and move to her dad’s place
I stayed in Texas for two years until one day I came home from school to find my mom packing up all of our belongings into our big red Toyota truck. She said “Pack up all your stuff, we’re leaving to stay with Jennifer and Jordan”--Mom’s best friend and my childhood friend-- “so we’re driving to Mississippi”. I stared at her for about two minutes as she hustled to pack her clothes into her suitcases but, I went to my room, went through my closet and started packing too. We finished the whole house in a matter of hours, we picked up my little brother from daycare and said goodbye to
When I left Mexico to come to the United States at the age of 10, I left my familia behind and continue the journey to the "American Dream." I never forgot the memories that I had cherished throughout my childhood years.
I got to experience living in two different places. They were both very different but, at the same time they had some things in common. I got the privilege of living in Mexico for about three years which was when I was five and once I turn seven I moved back to the United States where I had to repeat first grade. Living in Mexico and living in the United States was great but, the value of money, the language,and the weather were some of the situations that could be easily compared and contrast.
A small bit of historical information is in order to set the tone for this presentation. I was raised, as most young boys are, learning to read, write, and the other necessary evils of elementary education. My father was finally discharged from the U.S. Army Air Corp. and World War II, where he had been a Lt. Col., and taught the use of the Norden Bombsight to bombardiers and crews of the time. My early years were basically fun years, as I learned how to fish, shoot, hunt, about dogs, cats, and toys…many, many, toys. My mother believed in spoiling me, since I was the only child, and for eight years, I was the only object of me parents’ attention. In 1958, however, that situation changed forever, with the birth of my little brother, and three years later, my little sister arrived. These two events, little did I realize, would have a profound effect on my life. They would alter the way I felt about life, contribute to changes in my personality, and most of all, formed the basis for my later life in general, including my chosen profession.
As the youngest of five children she was often overlooked. The pride of the family often overrode the opportunity to receive health care, handouts and a decent chance to become something. My mother spent her childhood in a tiny house with her family and many relatives. She was never given the opportunities to excel in learning and life like my generation has. My grandfather was a carpenter and on that living fed many hungry mouths. But despite this already unfortunate lifestyle my mother maintained good grades and was on a path to overcoming her misfortune.
My most memorable trip of my life was when I first moved to the United States in 2008. I was eight years old when I moved from the small city of HaIfa in Israel to the big bay area. Israel can fit into just California about 20 times! I moved here wIth my mom ,dad ,older brother ,and younger sIster. There were many big obstacles and trips my famIly knew we had to take in order to feel more comfortable and at home here In the United States.
I strongly believe that everyone’s childhood is reflected in their adulthood. Wearing the same dress every day for a year and being born a stubborn child has molded me into the young woman I am today. Talking a lot and taking in what I learn has helped to develop strong opinions and morals that help me in making decisions every day. I am proud of who I am and where I come from.
The place that I visited was New York City over the summer about three years ago. My mom and I stayed with my aunt who lives in Poughkeepsie, which is about thirty minutes outside of New York City. Poughkeepsie is a small town that you find outside of a big city, it was a small family owned shops that consisted of knick knacks and second-hand stores. My mom and I got in on a late Friday night so we didn 't go out to see the town and instead headed to bed.
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.
While in school, Mom didn’t have it easy. Not only did she raise a daughter and take care of a husband, she had to deal with numerous setbacks. These included such things as my father suffering a heart attack and going on to have a triple by-pass, she herself went through an emergency surgery, which sat her a semester behind, and her father also suffered a heart attack. Mom not only dealt with these setbacks, but she had the everyday task of things like cooking dinner, cleaning the house and raising a family. I don’t know how she managed it all, but somehow she did.