Everything in my life has changed between polar opposites. I grew up in two completely different economic statuses. If there is one thing I learned, it is that family bonds can fill voids of superficial needs, and yet sometimes family bonds are broken. I myself, decided the best way to fill any void was school.
I lived in El Paso, Texas, until I was nine. It seemed most stayed inside to hide from demons lurking the streets. My family had our own demons, and it seemed we tried to keep them behind our closed doors and barred windows. Dad seemed to party too much with alcohol and drugs consisting mostly of heroin or, on a calm day, marijuana. In most cases I found safety in the high branches in the tree, in the front yard. But my true safe haven was school. I was never great at math or science, but it seemed that these subjects answered the simplest burning question “Why…?” It seemed that logical reasoning was my way to excel in school. So much that the principal found a grant to send me to a private school in Houston, where my talent would not be wasted. Unfortunately this was impossible still with the lack of money to sustain me in Houston, even with both of my parents working. We sold our home and moved to Kansas with my mother’s family over Christmas break in 2006. …show more content…
I learned that here everyone went to church, drank in moderation, and welcomed company with an open door. Dad’s addictions were less problematic with the lack of heroin in Kansas. That being said, Dad had his fits, and both parents fought every now and then, but life became comfortable. I was baptized in the Catholic faith in fifth grade, and I enjoyed the caucasian side of my family. It was never apparent to me that college was such a big deal until I met my mom 's half-sister for the first time. Lee-Lee was going to Kansas University undecided. The weirdest part to me was she was single and not pregnant. It seemed life was going very well for me and seemed to get better when we moved to Manhattan, Kansas, where mom received the general manager 's position. It was so great; dad could just stay home with us and did not need to work. It seemed we were at the peak of a mountain. I was just happy with the money for club sports. Life was lived behind this porcelain smiling mask with everyone and their superficial materials. But, as Isaac Newton said, “If it goes up, it must come down,” and that is what happened with the masks we wore. They shattered. Dad seemed to build heavy tolerance to his herb. It seemed every day he became more hostile. Abuse was something that was not new to me and at the time I had already become desensitised to such actions. Dad broke my mother’s foot twice and had also thrown a stereo from the top of the staircase, giving her a concussion. The basic “I fell down the stairs” trick was always used when needing stitches or a boot. The worst I had faced was a black eye here or a bruised leg or arm there. Life still went on, until finally larger issues struck. Mom became sick, diagnosed with ulcers, and finally cancer. Medical bills struck and so did issues at work leading to mom quitting her
I lived in El Paso, Texas, until I was nine. It seemed most stayed inside to hide from demons lurking the streets. My family had our own demons, and it seemed we tried to keep them behind our closed doors and barred windows. Dad seemed to party too much with alcohol and drugs consisting mostly of heroin or, on a calm day, marijuana. In most cases I found safety in the high branches in the tree, in the front yard. But my true safe haven was school. I was never great at math or science, but it seemed that these subjects answered the simplest burning question “Why…?” It seemed that logical reasoning was my way to excel in school. So much that the principal found a grant to send me to a private school in Houston, where my talent would not be wasted. Unfortunately this was impossible still with the lack of money to sustain me in Houston, even with both of my parents working. We sold our home and moved to Kansas with my mother’s family over Christmas break in 2006. …show more content…
I learned that here everyone went to church, drank in moderation, and welcomed company with an open door. Dad’s addictions were less problematic with the lack of heroin in Kansas. That being said, Dad had his fits, and both parents fought every now and then, but life became comfortable. I was baptized in the Catholic faith in fifth grade, and I enjoyed the caucasian side of my family. It was never apparent to me that college was such a big deal until I met my mom 's half-sister for the first time. Lee-Lee was going to Kansas University undecided. The weirdest part to me was she was single and not pregnant. It seemed life was going very well for me and seemed to get better when we moved to Manhattan, Kansas, where mom received the general manager 's position. It was so great; dad could just stay home with us and did not need to work. It seemed we were at the peak of a mountain. I was just happy with the money for club sports. Life was lived behind this porcelain smiling mask with everyone and their superficial materials. But, as Isaac Newton said, “If it goes up, it must come down,” and that is what happened with the masks we wore. They shattered. Dad seemed to build heavy tolerance to his herb. It seemed every day he became more hostile. Abuse was something that was not new to me and at the time I had already become desensitised to such actions. Dad broke my mother’s foot twice and had also thrown a stereo from the top of the staircase, giving her a concussion. The basic “I fell down the stairs” trick was always used when needing stitches or a boot. The worst I had faced was a black eye here or a bruised leg or arm there. Life still went on, until finally larger issues struck. Mom became sick, diagnosed with ulcers, and finally cancer. Medical bills struck and so did issues at work leading to mom quitting her