It 's Izabella Katz. My mother bought me a beautiful diary as gift for my my 18th birthday almost two years ago and this is my fist time using it. It 's new year thanks to God and I 've never kept a diary before but with all of the events that have happened to me and everything currently occurring, I knew I couldn 't forget anything and if anyone else found this book, I wanted them to hear my story. I 'm just an average 19 year old girl who loves writing and literature and has had a lot of things happen to me in these past crazy decade.
On May 20,1996 I was born Damione Freeman growing up in a small city named Pell City. Growing up wasn't easy for me father was never around just leaving me with my mother. As a child I was always happy, caring, and well mannered. When I turned five I started living with my grandmother, Dianne Freeman and my uncle, Akeem Freeman. At the age of five I was torn away from my mother because of her husband and his issues.
I was born on a Navy base in San Diego a little before two in the mourning. I am the youngest with two older sisters Shauna and Cassie. We basically lived two-thirds of our childhood on military bases stationed throughout the United States of America. My father being in the Navy meant we moved a lot I have lived in New Orleans, Pensacola, and San Diego and finally we settled in Tomball, Texas which is thirty minutes away from Houston. I went to a lot of different schools during my childhood an sometimes we would move before the year is up which made it difficult for me in school.
My parents immigrated from Mexico to the United States. In the year of 1996, my mother, Olga Arroyo, conceived me, her only child. For the most part of my childhood, we were a wonderful family. However, once I entered sixth grade, I noticed my parents constantly arguing. This never ended until my father, Daniel Arroyo, became violent.
I lived down the street from my aunt and cousins, so
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us.
Alondra it's my name, I am seventeen years and two months old and I come from a Hispanic/ Latino background . On October tweenty on the hospital of San Juan Morelia Michoacan Mexico at seven thirty at night after twelve long hours of labor I was born. I was given the name Alondra because of a telenovela my big sister loved to watch. When I was a year old I had to go to Mexico City and live with my grandma from my mother's side, since my big sister got hepatitis and my mom had to take care of her.
Nevertheless, my life so far has been filled with amazing people and memories. I’ve been growing up with a big, loud Italian family for thirteen years. I am apart of a family of six. My family includes my mom (Maria), my dad (Giovanni), my brother (Christian), and my twin sisters Alessandra and Brianna. I am very close with all of my siblings, but I’m closer with my sisters since they aren’t as far apart in age with me then my brother.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
All my extended family, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, second cousins, lived there. At the mere age of seven it felt like a whole new adventure. We started off by waking up early in the morning and driving toward Los Angeles, and I remember how my mom would be talking fast out of excitement and how she went on explaining the names of unknown aunts and uncles and third
My mother’s name is Norma Yvette Aguilar and her childhood name was cookie or “la cookie” because she was dark, like a cookie. My mother was born in Guadalajara Mexico in 1976 and lived in Tapalpa, a neighboring town. She lived in a small house with two bedrooms with her mom, dad, and brother. She came to the Unites states with my grandmother Maria, grandfather
Then my Mom and Dad started building are old house in rolling meadows but that was the wrong thing to do. We moved two houses after that one and now we live in the house I have been living in for 3-4-5 years. I love spending time with my family and doing things with them whenever I get the chance. And one more thing I can´t wait for is my new baby brother Cruse coming in in
My name given by my dad, Angel Garnica. I started school as one of the oldest kids in my class seven years old as a kindergartener at Riverside elementary school; Despite, being the
Career Autobiography There are many things that I feel have led me to year number two of graduate school pursuing a career as a school counselor. For I while I tried to convince myself that a career in school counseling was not for me and ultimately everything led me here. My mother has been a school counselor for the last 25 years and I grew up watching her do something she loved. I went to school everyday and watched my mother make a positive impact on many of my classmates and this left a very lasting impression on me.
My life is busy, but enjoyable, is yours? Throughout this autobiography, you will read things that make my life enjoyable and busy. There are three personality traits that make me as person including efficient, independent, and talkative. I 'm really busy everyday of the week. I have a lot of things do when I get home.
