The Worst Childhood Everyone in this world has events from childhood that include some people, places or situations. Some may have sad memories they do not want to remember, and some may have happy memories that they always want to remember. But, for me my childhood was the worst part of my life, and I won’t never forget. I lived on the countryside where there were traditional people who lived a simple life. I was born in 1973, in a very poor family. Can you imagine when people pass by the door of the house and see the sadness in their face because of our poorly? That was cut me into pieces. One day on a dark endless night, Jul 22 1980, I was only six years old when my right ear hurt me. I felt lonely crying with no sound. I couldn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want any of my family to wake up. Minutes were longer than hours. I was waiting for the morning to tell my mom, and I wish my brother could back from his college to be with me. On the morning, I heard some sounds in the living room, I started to cry loud so my mom could heard me, but not really she heard me crying, or not I was not sure. I heard her locking the door of the house then, I got up very quick to tell her before she went to make …show more content…
After two hours, my turn came, I was nervous. I doctor asked me to told him what happened, then he talked to my brother alone and I couldn’t know what the problem is. After we done with the doctor we went to the pharmacy to buy the medicine that he asked us to buy. In the way to home, he bought me some food and we went to see the pyramids. I felt that it the only happy I got, and I didn’t want the day to pass. But the happiness never complete at all. At this night, I got a feverr and all my body was sweating. My brother gave me a cold shower and he sit studying next to me all night until the fever came
Most individuals have experienced the everlasting joy and love that comes with caring family and friends, but the realization is that agony and despair will always win the war of light and dark, and family and friends are simply just impeding the end result. When a child is born, agony is already set in place, for screaming and crying will commence as soon as the child feels hands clasped on to him. However, this agony is soon met with joy as the child is met with his mother’s soothing heartbeat. Moreover, sometimes this heartbeat never comes, and thus, agony and despair stay within this child’s heart forever. Jimmy Baca, a lost young man who has only witnessed pain in his life, is this child. Furthermore, there comes a time in every individual’s
Seventeen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me-- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
One late summer night when AAM was ten years old, she was cuddled up with her younger brother and sister in piles of sleeping bags on the floor. The pain of the last few months had graciously excused itself that night while hope, instead, was finally welcomed in. She remembers the night feeling carefree; especially once her parents came into join them. However, the happiness quickly vanished and heart-crushing fear began to set in as her parents said, “We have something to tell you.” Her heart began to beat unsteadily with each breath catching in her throat. She looked around to find her little brother and sister pale and lifeless. Her dad looked distant while her mom was epically failing at hiding her tears. All too soon the four most horrid words AAM would ever hear were said. “We are getting divorced,” her parents stated. At that moment, the entire world crashed down around her; leaving her helpless and alone. All she remembers today is her mom’s piercing cries in her parents’ old bedroom, and the terror-stricken fear of not knowing what will happen tomorrow.
For seventeen years, I had been living with godmother’s family in Thailand. My parents left the country to find the new job since I was nine years old. My life was
This story Is about the life of poor people and how someone may think they are better than their family members, forgetting where they came from. As the story relates, the family is of poor means, with one child close to perfect and one a troublesome soul, with scars and low self-esteem from a house fire.
Popular contemporary author, George R.R. Martin, once said: “Summer will end soon, and my childhood as well.” The six poems discussed explore the different aspects of childhood, and portray childhood as a brief but magical ‘summer’-time, especially Piano and Hide and Seek, which emphasize this by alluding to the constrictions of adulthood and the warmth of juvenescence. While Gareth Owen’s Salford Road avoids any portrayals of adulthood, it might map the progression of childhood to adulthood like Vernon Scannell’s Hide and Seek, and thus accentuate the carefree lives that children lead. Meanwhile, Half Past Two by UA Fanthorpe and Houses by Robert Hull focus instead on the freedom and creativity childhood brings, and therefore presents the theme of childhood in a more playful light reminiscent of Martin’s summer. Finally, Soap Suds by Louis Macniece brings the briefness of childhood into focus, much like summer in the span of a year.
“Experiences of young adults, having a parent with a mental illness” as the topic suggests deals majorly with the experiences that these adults had as children which in turn helped them pave their adult life.
In my family, I am the baby girl who is a daddy’s girl. My father keeps me shelter a lot meaning there is a lot of security he always wanted me safe no matter what. When I became a teenager we were very distant I wanted to do my own thing and at the time I did not want to listen to him until a big tragic happen that affected him badly. When I was sixteen years old, my father had this bad feeling that he did not want me going out with my best friend. While he was talking to me I was pseudo listening meaning I was distracted when he was explaining why I should go out and I completely ignore it and I told him everything will be right. The way my father look at me was fear in his eyes that something bad was going to happen. As my friend pick me up my father kissed my forehead and told me “I love you” and I reply back saying “I love you too” I will be safe. As we were leaving we went to her house to visit her family which was a lot of fun then we took off to Webster for some fun with her other friends for her birthday. After all the fun we had it was time for us to go home which my life changed forever. I notice my mother was calling my phone to see where I was and I missed her call. So I unclick my seatbelt to reach my bag to get my cell phone and right then and there my friend and I got hit by an eighteen-wheeler. The car was demolished, I was ejected from the front windshield but backwards. I thought I was dead when I landed in the ditch across the road waiting as I kept blacking in and out. While I was life flight to Memorial Hospital I went straight into a coma and the doctors told my family that I was not going to make it. My father was already losing his mind thinking “I told her not go “ “why her “ “that’s my only baby girl” the emotions were bad to the point they were already planning my funeral. When the doctor came in to tell my parents it was time to unplug me I opened my eyes for the first time and
When my parents told me that they were going out on the lake with friends, I didn’t think too much about it, but when my parents left it was late, so I started to lay down and go to bed, I was happy because I never got left home alone. Then I woke up, it was like 4:00 a.m. So I sneakily went into my parents room to see if they were home but they weren’t home and I got a little concerned. I woke up the next morning excited to see my mom. I was going to the living room and I seen my mom on her rocking chair soaked and I was curious. I seen a little hole the size of a pebble on her knee and her side was bruised.
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is she ok? Was she alone?" I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her horse or that something had happened to my grandma.
When I was younger, I remember feeling as though I lived in a bubble; my life was perfect. I had an extremely caring and compassionate mother, two older siblings to look out for me, a loving grandmother who would bake never ending sweets and more toys than any child could ever realistically play with. But as I grew up my world started to change. My sister developed asthma, my mother became sick with cancer and at the age of five, my disabled brother developed ear tumors and became deaf. As more and more problems were piled upon my single mother’s plate, I, the sweet, quiet, perfectly healthy child, was placed on the back burner. It was not as though my family did not love me; it was just that I was simply, not a priority.
I can still remember that small enclosed, claustrophobic room containing two armed chairs and an old, brown, paisley print couch my dad and I were sitting on when he told me. “The doctors said there was little to no chance that your mother is going to make it through this surgery.” Distressed, I didn’t know what to think; I could hardly comprehend those words. And now I was supposed to just say goodbye? As I exited that small room, my father directed me down the hospital hallway where I saw my mother in the hospital bed. She was unconscious with tubes entering her throat and nose keeping her alive. I embraced her immobile body for what felt like forever and told her “I love you” for what I believed was the last time. I thought of how horrific it was seeing my mother that way, how close we were, how my life was going to be without her, and how my little sisters were clueless about what was going on. After saying my farewells, I was brought downstairs to the hospital’s coffee shop where a million things were running
I went closely to my grandmother, I kiss her and I told her I will come any holy that I get time. My mother is waiting outside the house. She carried, when she sows me, how I am skinny and weak. I run toward her. I kiss her and she kisses me. I told her not to Carrie, because I am strong, I will be going back to visit my grandmother during my holy days. She was happy the way I have changed through physical, mentally and behavior. The next morning my father took me to the school. Whenever I went do something bad I will remember the advice of my grandmother and the hard life of the rural area. I become good students, who always help his family, respect his teachers and performing good grade in the school. Schools close I use visit my grandmother. All the people ask questions about my father, where he took me. Rural area is kind of rehabilitation
As one reflects over their childhood memories, the average recollection would hold both negative and positive memories. Negative encounters endured during childhood can produce damaging and lifelong affects to mental, social, and emotional growth. Unfortunately, child abuse incidents continue to occur throughout our nation. It is important to understand why this type of abuse takes place and how to break the cycle.