The experiences of my past are undeniable. It goes without saying that my childhood was more than just a learning experience. These are my greatest memories! This is an essay is not only on my childhood but also about the lessons I have learned throughout my childhood.
At the age of 3 or so, my mom and dad moved to the states. My mother, originally from Germany, brought us overseas due to my father who was in the United States Army. I can not tell you what his rank was or pretty much any other detail about him because I honestly do not recall anything of the sort. I remember that at one point and time we lived in Colorado Springs, Colorado. My sisters and I would play outside constantly more than likely because we had a tendency to drive our parents crazy with our wild and rambunctious nature. I recall we would run around in the yard jumping as high as we possible could trying so hard to catch the huge balloons that would float above us. As far as we could tell they were coaxing us begging for our attention! We were willing to give that attention struggling with our minds trying to find some way to get them down. The harder we tried the easier is seemed we were able to fail on that specific attempt. It
It seems like only yesterday that I was seven years old and playing in the boxes that would be shipped to the house to my adoptive dad. This landed us into the great land of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. Feeling as though we had been given the worst punishment in the world, we packed up our possessions and moved away. The reason I used this quote is due to it hitting right on to what we were to endure. He would run after me pecking my clothes looking for god knows what and of course I would curl up into a ball begging it to leave me alone crying the whole time. My childhood has taught me many things on how to live. We seemed to make it though on the little money we had. Poverty just seemed to follow us as we tried to make due with what we had with our mother working a full time job for minimum wage. She seemed to really get the best of me at times. We commenced to robbing the cabinets of Kool-Aid. We would take crayons and jump into these boxes and paint them. We would make rocket ships out of them and with our imagination we would fly to anywhere in the world. At this moment he took his handcuffs from this back pocket and cuffed me to the inside of the car.