In the last few years, more research has been done on the lasting effects of early experiences with sisters and brothers. Siblings can have strong, sometimes long-lasting effects on one another 's emotional development as adults.…
In the 2nd grade, I was living with my grandparents for the year as my current house was being built. Never had I been home alone either. But then, one day, I was instructed not to take the bus home from school, as my father had told me to stay at school. As my day went on, I had forgotten this detail. Therefore, when I got home there was nobody at the house. Crying, I started looking through the windows to see if maybe someone was inside, as I had no way inside. But then, when all hope had vanished. A cop drove very slowly past. My eyes widened and my heart started racing, as I frantically waved down the cop and explained my situation through tears. The cop was very kind and sympathetic. She gave me a hug as I cooled down. She took me to the police station as we waited for my parents. Her fellow co-workers gave me a tour around the police station. By that time, I had almost forgotten that I didn't even have my parents with me, when my grandma showed up to retrieve me. Running as fast as my little legs could carry me, I ran into her arms, and I never…
Some people say that being the youngest sibling, they often receive the short of the stick. In many cases that may be true, but for me, I believe I have learned so much from my other family members before me. Particularly I have been shown the value of dollar and how hard work always leads to success.…
Growing up as the oldest was challenging, making it more difficult was the fact that you're the only girl with 4 brothers.…
Don’t get me started on siblings. Everyone who has a sibling knows that they are the most irritating thing in the world. I mean who could blame me for thinking this seen as I am the second eldest of four, with two younger sisters and an older brother. Despite having 3 siblings I actually feel the pain of all those middle children out there as for ten years of my life, I myself was one of you. Yes, that does mean I know how it feels to be left out of ‘The Cool Club.’ When we were growing up I was simply too smelly, too stupid and just too uncool to do anything but watch as my brother and sister have fun without me. Once the youngest came along things changed, but sadly not in the ways I had hoped.…
I am the oldest of three. I have one sister two years younger and one brother 4 years younger. We share the same mother but at the age of 4 my dad adopted me. My father was extremely leniant with what my brother, sister and I usually done. But when mom was home she was more strict, had a lot of rules, and made sure we all did our best in school. Growing up with my brother and sister we all had quite the imagination, and always were close. When I hit my upper teen years my brother and I lost our strong bond, but my sister and I have remained in a close relationship.…
So they wrapped my arm then put it in a sling. So we left. When we left my dad took me to get a milkshake from McDonalds. It really help me forget that I had gotten really hurt. Then I went home to talk to my grandma and mom. They all talked about my arm all day. It was the worst conversation of my life hearing about how I might not ever be able to play football…
The theme of Growing Up is to enjoy your childhood and don't grow up too fast. I think this is the theme because on page 8 it said " She hugged her doll.Something was happening to her, and it might be that she was growing up.When The news ended , and a song started playing, she got up and washed her face without looking in the mirror." This shows that the theme is to enjoy your childhood because that worry that Maria felt is only felt by adults. As kids you don't realize how easy you have it and how hard life really…
I am the oldest of three. If I had to chose the toughest part of this situation, easily, it would be seeing the look on my sister's face across the dinner table. Watching, what seemed to be the happiest kid alive, smile fade into an expression of pure shock. Her face went pale. I remember how hard it was to hold back the tears, in order to appear strong for my younger siblings.…
We were on the road going to my soccer tournament but it was out of town in springfield. Me my sister (Andrea) and my mom and dad I was so excited to play . 4 hours latter we finally got there, but once we did it, the hotel was very small but me and my soccer team we bonded very well over the time, but it was time to go to bed I told my sister I wonder what it feels like to break a bone in your arm. The next morning I was so excited this was my time to shine we started to go to the soccer field 15 minutes in the game a girl tripped me and I fell and landed wrong and broke my arm.…
The sky was nice and clear. It wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was perfect. It was a typical third grade day. My friends and I were in recess, goofing around, having fun. We sat on the benches and joked around. Next thing I knew my friend was on my back and I was carrying him around. Not aware of my surroundings, I tripped over a bench, closed my eyes, braced for impact, and fell face first into the dirt. I got up feeling dazed and the first thing I hear is a scream. Confused, I looked over to my friend and her face was a mixture of scared and shocked. I saw friends run to the restroom to get me paper towels, but others told me to go to the office. As I walked to the office, I began to feel pain in my lip. I walked into the office speechless.…
I am the third oldest of five children> my mom had adopted my brother, older sister, became a part of the family when no one wanted to be bothered with her. I am a mother of five beautiful children.…
I went to the Emergency Room for the first time when I was thirteen years old. It all came about when I was skateboarding in front of my grandma's house and I tried to do a trick. I almost pulled it of, but I messed it up in the end and headed to the ground with my hands down. My right wrist was twisted the wrong way in the air when I landed hard on the ground, it just broke it. At first it did not hurt at all, but when I looked down at my warped and twisted wrist , all of a sudden excruciating pain rushed through my wrist and I came unglued. Rolling around on the ground yelling and cussing in pain, my parents saw what happened and came running to my aid. My dad started moving it around saying, "it's not broken," as my mom was saying over and over again we need to go to the emergency room to get the real diiagnosis. After about fifteen minutes of yelling and screaming, I finally got up and held my wrist as I walked to the car. The whole way to the ER the pain got worse and worse. Later I foound out the increase in pain was due to massive swelling against the broken bone. I had to sit in the waiting room for almost and hour which seemed loke forever. After waiting impatiently, I finally got into the doctor's office where I got an X-Ray and found out my wrist was truley broken.…
I slowly made my way over to the edge of her driveway where there was a little ledge that I could sit on. I made my way up there and that was when I realized that I was not able to move my left arm the slightest pit. I took my right hand and placed it under my left elbow to try and help stabilize it, but the pain would not go away. The thought that I had broken one of my bones had crossed my mind, but I never thought that it was true. I could hear Charlotte talking to her dad over at the edge of the driveway. He was asking her why we were not using the rollerblading pads. Charlotte’s answer was the same as mine, we had both…
During the time I was in my house, conflicts grew and fights were endless. It was late at night, and my mom was in a different city; in a business run. We were arguing over the phone, and I couldn’t take it anymore, all we did was go in circles, and everything inside of me was just building with the antagonism. But with that raging fire, I took my fist and forced out a hard hit against a filling cabinet. Creating a huge dent, and yet without feeling any sensation of pain. But then when I looked down at my injury it was the size of a plum, and the color was in a velvet red shade. I was confused, I asked myself “Is my hand broken?....” my sister in law was infuriated, she hated seeing me being so wrathful. She took me to our bedroom, and laid my hand on the pillow while rubbing the hot oil on my hand to ease the pain. We laid there for thirty minutes; I began to cry and wimp over and over. She was so worried she couldn’t help and just took me to the hospital. Where all I could feel incompetent, and the retched agony.…