My Family Essay

My family wasn’t always so dysfunctional; I believe it really went downhill once my parents got divorced. But I suppose that’s jumping the gun a bit, let’s start from the beginning. I was born on October 15, 1997, into a happily married family with two boys, one almost two years old and the other about 5 years old. My family and I used to always go away on mini family vacations like to florida, virginia, Pennsylvania, etc. Since I was so young, most of the things that I remember are the things that I was told, like the fact that I was the biggest brat in the whole world. I was such a brat, that every single place I went I had to make a scene. If we went to Mcdonald’s for example, I would run all around even if I was told to stop. Apparently,

From what I do remember about my childhood, me and both of my brothers relationships were very strong. Anytime my parents left, we would always play kickball, or baseball, or hide and seek in the house, we even built forts out of blankets in the living room. When I was in the 2nd grade we got our first pet, a kitten. I used my brat expertise to persuade my aunt on the fourth of July to give me her kitten. Being the daddy’s girl that I was, my dad was okay with it, and my Aunt didn’t mind since the kitten that I wanted, always argued with the older other cat that she had. The love that I have for him till this day is where you can say my passion for animals came from, and the real reason why I want to be a veterinarian. When I hit the 3rd grade my parents decided to separate, their separation eventually turned into a

My dad since, has gotten into countless encounters with the law due to his drinking problem. While we were in Pennsylvania where my dad’s family lives, he was caught drinking and driving while driving my brothers to my aunt’s house where they usually stayed at when we visited. My brothers told me that they made my dad get out of the car and had him do the test where you walk in a straight line and touch your nose in order to see how intoxicated he was. As a punishment he was put under house arrest in Pennsylvania, so he had to commute daily from his job in brooklyn back to Pennsylvania. From the time when he was on house arrest which was about five months, I saw my dad about four times. He ended up missing me and my brothers graduation because his probation officer wouldn’t let him get a pass, considering the fact there was a possibility of alcohol being present.He had another encounter with the law just last year where he was put into jail for again, driving while intoxicated. My brother had to go the precinct to pick up my dad’s car, while my dad had to spend the night in jail. Once my dad and my brother made eye contact he just put his head down and shook his head. His punishment this time was his license being suspended for a year and he had to take a drinking and driving class. My dad never told me about this incident, and till this