Old memories, old memories they ring in my head like a cow’s bell. I believe when in life people are hindered with old memories it helps them succeed, if it’s bad or good .In life I’ve had to deal with plenty of problems and plenty of situations .In order to be smart or successful life hits you with all kinds of “drama” .There are things along the way that will distract you no matter how pretty you picture it.
Growing up me as an example I was and still am happy energetic and an explorer. I loved playing games and adventurous stuff. I always had my mind set on finishing school and becoming a nurse, along the way and now that I am a senior in high school and ready to graduate I had a couple bumps, the bumps include a divorce with parents, my older brother being diagnosed with schizophrenia. Having to grow up, faster and take responsibility of my younger brother and mother for a period of time. Through these seventeen years of life and only ten from what I can remember, have made me into who I am now.
I want to have a better view on my future. For one thing I work at burger king …I mean for now It’s helping me get by but it’s not for me … at least not for the rest of my life . I’ve watch my mother work and kill herself for the past years and I’ve never seen a harder worker then myself .Struggle helped me realize that I don’t have to work as hard I can move on and have a better future and make the one person I want to make proud happy my mother. Thinking about that smile... who’s hers, makes me so confident whenever I achieve at something no matter what.
When I was nine years old living on Essex street with my family I remember my experiences from childhood and the one that stood out to me the most was when I learned how to ride my bike . Every day I would practice, to succeed at getting further down the cracks of the street, without falling. My younger brother taught me how to ride my bike when he was seven. I always felt kind of ashamed but, instead of thinking about how he was younger I practiced and practiced .When I finally learned how to ride my bike I called out for my mother who was on the second floor, so she could see me riding around the front parking lot with a smile on my face that could never change, im so excited just thinking about the smile on my face still makes my cheeks hurt.
Mom your smile hugs my heart! When ever I achieve her face lights up and that’s my dream … to make her happy as well as myself … in a recent conversation that I ha d with one of my friends shows what my intentions really are …”Why do you go to school though?“.. “You shouldn’t do what you don’t want to “ … The only thing that I want to do in life for my mom is to at least give her what she wished for to graduate high school and succeed “ …Succeeding… making myself feel a little better is what moves me. My addiction is NEVER GIVING UP, knowing that I can see that smile on my mother’s face again is what keeps me going and at least trying . Going threw life helped me to see who I am and where I came from.
