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My dad’s parents would always take me and my brother places, one of the best things was going to the Oceanside pier and looking at what fishermen caught in their buckets. I seem to spend a lot more time with my dad’s side of the family because for one they live next to me unlike my mom’s side of the family. Every year we have a Knott’s Berry Farm get away for the weekend with all the family and during summer we all go camping together for a week. Even when I was little we had family vacations and we would all go down to Mexico and camp on the beach. I was looking at old pictures and I found a picture of me and this little girl it turns out she was just a little girl who lived in Mexico that I would play with. The interesting thing about this was she only spoke Spanish yet we played and somehow interacted with each other. …show more content…

Michael married Deloris and had a son named Michael Jr. and Michelle. Michael Jr. married had three children Michael III who is 27 years old and has one child from a previous relationship and now another child on the way from his current girlfriend. Then Brandon was born who is 26 years old and finally they had Cynthia who is 5 years old. Both Brandon and Michael III are always getting in trouble with the law and haven’t been around the family a lot. Michelle got married into the herder family and had three girls; Mariah who is 26 years old and recently had a baby boy, Marcella who is 25 years old, and Dayana who is 16 years old. Before Michelle was married she was in a relationship with another man who I have not met and they had a child named Desiree who is 29 years old and has a boy named Kaden who is 10 years

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