My Summer Birth

Introduction: Birth of a Summer Child Monday June 22, 1998 is the day that my mom gave birth to me. In starting a new family tradition, I was named Branson – my oldest brother being named Brandon; my other older brother being named Dean, after my father; and later, my younger sister being name Ria after my mother’s name Rita. In doing so it we have two “B’s,” “R’s,” and “D’s” in the family. June 22 is an important date because it is after the official first day of the summer season, and falls on the day to qualify for the Zodiac Sign Cancer. This plays a great role in the characteristics that define me. As most Cancers, I am imaginative; loyal; sympathetic; and resourceful – all of which are positive traits. Along with the positive characteristics

There, I went for first and a miniscule part of second grade. At John Dibert, I was a straight “A” student. During parent-teacher conference nights, my teacher Ms. Bladey would have nothing more to say when my mom asked about me – she would simply hand my mother my report card. I could see on her face how proud she was of what I had accomplished, and no words could describe it. Besides being able to attain excellent grades, John Dibert had great experiences to offer. My class would occasionally make trips to New Orleans City Park. It wasn’t any ordinary bus-ride though. We were so conveniently close to the park that we traveled there by foot. Yes! Two teachers with a group of first-graders strolling through the streets of New Orleans. As a child at the time, I felt a sense of freedom and responsibility having been trusted to boldly walk the streets. To the park wasn’t the only times we would take walking trip; sometimes during the aftercare program, we would make trips to the local snowball stand. Experiences as such made my time at John Dibert great. This was soon cut-off by the strike of Hurricane

This woman did things that were unimaginable at the time. After having heard that we were from New Orleans and we had just evacuated from the storm, she provided us with beds, clothes, and even gave my mother a monetary donation the expenses we were to accrue. This was all from the kindness of her heart. She didn’t have to do this for us. Of course, at my age, I didn’t fully understand why someone would do all of this for us. She gave us hope when hope was nowhere to be found. I can now say that I am grateful for what she had done for