My Life

Part I:
I think I get jealous because I have a problem of trusting mysef and others around me. I don't think it is a problem of feeling insecure because becuase generally I have a high self esteem, but it is more a problem that I feel pople are going to walk out of my life, just the same way my dad did. I feel as if I do not pay attention or care much about them, then they will leave, which is why I am very over protective.

Part II:
There is no other place in the world that I feel more comfortable and reliable than in my neighboorhood. Walking down the blocks, you can see familiar faces, who are more than likely to give you a smile and a "hola como estas?" Walking around the neighborhood, you can smell the sweet aroma of "carne asada" and the sounds of the "familia" talking in thier yards. Not everything is as beautiful as we protray it to be, and every once in the while, you can hear the helicopters searching for the next gang member involved in a shooting. You also sence the fear of being in a place where you can never get out of and a place were you are expected to be a certain way as well as act a certain way. But yet, it is the place were I feel the most comfortable, for around me, people arent just my neighboors, but part of my family as well.

Part III:
I was born on March 10th 1990, and the only child of my family. In my family the only child was treated with a tremendouse amount of attention, at times both good or bad. The only child was at fault for anything that was broken. In my family, the only child was the one they will always love and dedicate their attention to. Being an only child, your family gives you an outlook of independence, and responsibility.

Part IV:
As a child I was enthuastic when someone would ask to play with me. The typical only child was beaming with excitement when a fellow 5 year old would ask to play the usual game "Barbies". where everything was a perfect doll land. When we were both behaving, our parents would take us to the park and we both played a little round of guide and go seek. Remembering those days hiding, and it seemed like it was hours, and my hearts racing and punding rapidly.

Part V:
In my chilhood, there was no one else I was more happy to see, after the daily routine of pre school, to see my mother. Playing with her was more than I could ask for. She was willing to experience a childhood she never had, and played dolls and tea party with me. She knew how enthuastic I was to play with her everyday. She has never been the typical mother, for she has been my father, and my role model. It is safe to say she will always be my best friend. She is the hardest working mother and father, and she is also the msot caring and understanfing best friend.