History Until Now

I grew up with a mother and a father, as well as a sister. I had a happy childhood, where my mother nor my father were too strict or lenient with me. Most of the memories I have as a child are of me playing in our sand box, making castles and rivers. I also liked to watch the ants, I was mesmerized by them.Me any my sister always got along pretty well, and it's apparent she looks up to me. I remember when we were kids and she slid my heavy metal tonka trunk right into my knee. It started bleeding everywhere and I still have a scar from it. My mom always encouraged me to do what I felt was right and wanted to do. For the most part I wanted to live up to my parents expectations. I had a pretty tame childhood, the worst being a broken bone or two and some immature mischief at school. For most of my life, until I was a junior in high school, I wore glasses. This really made me not feel as confident as I should have been. It didn't help that I'm not very coordinated or good at sports. I also didn't really watch sports either, so I couldn't relate to many kids talking about football. My dad still played catch with me, but he mostly got me into golfing when I was younger. This greatly influenced me, as it taught me to be calm and think about thinks before I begin them. In high school I got good grades and had a small group of friends, but was never considered popular or outspoken in any way. It wasn't until senior year when I started to come out of my shell. I got contacts, so I was feeling a lot more confident which ultimately shaped how I feel about myself today. Then that summer my father died during an accident in the yard. He was using a weed puller when lightning hit the tree, went through the ground, into the weed puller then into him. He was revived on the scene and kept alive for a few weeks til they said it was hopeless and pulled the plug. This event changed my life more than anything in my childhood. It changed the way I see the world and feel about things. Now I feel like I'm obligated to be the person my dad wanted me to.

My childhook was and normal and quite happy. I remember the family vacations and time spent with my family. The things that shaped me the most have been my education, friends, and my father's passing.