The Importance Of Love In My Life

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Throughout my life I have always felt like if I was special. My childhood was nothing more than a little kid’s playground. I would run with my friends, play hide-and-go seek with my brothers, and reenact video games with my cousins. Being a little kid something’s I just didn’t understand. I remember having friends such his certain word. They used to say that they would stay with either their mom or dad on certain days. I just thought that maybe it was a certain new thing that adults did. My parents were always together, even though they would fight and have problems. As I grew into my teenage years I began to realize the definition of the word ‘divorce’. Never in my head came the thought of seeing or experiencing such an emotional and heartbreaking …show more content…

My mom came into my room and threatened me that if I didn’t wake up for school she was going to pour cold water on my head. So as anybody would of done, I got up, prayed, changed my clothes, brushed my teeth, comb my hair, and I grabbed my backpack. “Don’t forget to give me a kiss” my mom yawp at me as I hurried out the door to catch the bus. “Love you” my mom said. “I love you too mom” I replied. Thoughts and memories just ran through my mind as I sat on my seat. All of us in the family knew that my parents haven’t been talking in a few months, but for us it was nothing new. My parents have been in worst situations and this one just seemed as if it would just be forgotten. Overall my school day couldn’t have gone any better. I received high regards from my teachers, my relationship with my girlfriend was going smooth, my music was coming along great, and they gave out my favorite food at lunch. PIZZA!!!!!! I laughed and smiled all day long at school. After school, marching band practice was exhausting. During breaks, I would chug down on my water jug just trying to get every ounce of water I could. Every step I took on the field was perfect, it had seemed as if the soul of a blue devils marcher had gone inside

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