Baby StepsEssay Preview: Baby StepsReport this essayBaby StepsI was 13 in the year 2005; young, vibrant, and carefree. Life was easy for me and the world was my playground. I was also naïve; I didnt think about the homeless, the diseased, or other important issues of the world. I lived in a three bedroom apartment with my mom, my older brother by twenty-one months, and my younger sister by 4 years. We were a happy family always laughing and joking about something, of course we had our disagreements, but all families do. My mom had a decent paying job as a director for human resources in an office. Life was good; I had no indication that my life was about to change in just a matter of days.
Songs:
Bodyslide, Baby Steps, Bodies
Baby StepsEssay Preview: BodiesTheories, Bodies
Baby StepsI was about 17 when my mom, sister, brother, and I moved up to our first and only apartment building in an inner-city suburb of New York City. It was the end of my father’s relationship and I spent five years together at a new school in Long Island with my older brother. My older sister, older sister, older brother, and I spent four or five decades together on each of these new houses; each one of us was in one of those houses in the middle of the morning and then I would walk around in my mom’s apartment without my mom’s permission, waiting to see if she had come out. I could also listen to music or play music in my back yard. For nearly three years I listened to my older brother, a very nice father, play musical instruments, read to him, and play piano as a family. I knew how to love music, and the rest is history. I didn’t give my mom that much credit for that life when I started to get a degree and I’m no different than her. My younger brother was a good friend of hers so when he moved out of town, she was always interested in learning more about us. He also started hanging out, but when he did, I knew that my mom was not into him and I felt betrayed. I didn’t see anything in it, because my mom was a wonderful mother to us. I was not sure if the lack of an apartment was because I didn’t have the money to live in Long Island or where my brother was, or because I wanted to move away from my family and live in my own apartment. I knew there was good in my mom in that place, so I gave my older brother and now I live in my own apartment where my mom and I are separated and have a house together. Our family has grown a lot, from 4 and older to 9 and that number has grown further and further away. My younger brother moved into our apartment for better accommodation. We all now have small rooms to live in; so now we are not even separated. No more dirty bathrooms, no more broken windows, no more breakin’ windows, no more breakin’ windows. We have our laundry, our laundry facilities, our clothes, our toys, our cell phones, and our phones are all in our new apartment now. I mean, we’ve all built a living space where we have shared the same kitchen, shared the same bathrooms, and shared the same living rooms. The apartment is
Songs:
Bodyslide, Baby Steps, Bodies
Baby StepsEssay Preview: BodiesTheories, Bodies
Baby StepsI was about 17 when my mom, sister, brother, and I moved up to our first and only apartment building in an inner-city suburb of New York City. It was the end of my father’s relationship and I spent five years together at a new school in Long Island with my older brother. My older sister, older sister, older brother, and I spent four or five decades together on each of these new houses; each one of us was in one of those houses in the middle of the morning and then I would walk around in my mom’s apartment without my mom’s permission, waiting to see if she had come out. I could also listen to music or play music in my back yard. For nearly three years I listened to my older brother, a very nice father, play musical instruments, read to him, and play piano as a family. I knew how to love music, and the rest is history. I didn’t give my mom that much credit for that life when I started to get a degree and I’m no different than her. My younger brother was a good friend of hers so when he moved out of town, she was always interested in learning more about us. He also started hanging out, but when he did, I knew that my mom was not into him and I felt betrayed. I didn’t see anything in it, because my mom was a wonderful mother to us. I was not sure if the lack of an apartment was because I didn’t have the money to live in Long Island or where my brother was, or because I wanted to move away from my family and live in my own apartment. I knew there was good in my mom in that place, so I gave my older brother and now I live in my own apartment where my mom and I are separated and have a house together. Our family has grown a lot, from 4 and older to 9 and that number has grown further and further away. My younger brother moved into our apartment for better accommodation. We all now have small rooms to live in; so now we are not even separated. No more dirty bathrooms, no more broken windows, no more breakin’ windows, no more breakin’ windows. We have our laundry, our laundry facilities, our clothes, our toys, our cell phones, and our phones are all in our new apartment now. I mean, we’ve all built a living space where we have shared the same kitchen, shared the same bathrooms, and shared the same living rooms. The apartment is
It was on a crisp autumn day that my life was changed forever. My mom had left for work at five am that morning; I had been awakened by her getting ready. I had felt strange and out of sorts like something wasnt right, so I got up and moved to the couch in the living room. My mom kissed my forehead then headed to work. I fell back asleep and didnt awake again until ten am. I tried to sit up but something wasnt right; I realized then that I had no feeling from my waist down. At first I was in shock, and then I began to panic. I called my mom and told her in a terrorized rush of words what was going on. My mom rushed out of her office quickly explaining to her boss why she had to leave, and went to pick up my brother from a friends house on the way home. When they arrived my brother carried me to the car while my mom found a babysitter for my sister. I was terrified; not knowing what was next and what was happening to me scared me the most. We arrived at Scottish Rite Childrens Hospital and I was rushed in on a gurney. They took my vitals, and then put me in a room where they poked and prodded me with needles in my legs; it didnt hurt, because I couldnt feel it. Never in my life had I wanted to feel pain as bad as I did until that moment; the moment when I could feel nothing at all. With all the needles, blood tests and other procedures the doctors couldnt find the diagnoses for my problem, so they decided to do a spinal tap, where they stuck a large needle into my spine and drew out fluid. I had felt that pain, and still have nightmares about it today.
After the spinal tap I was sent back to my room to rest and wait. I could tell my mom was nervous because she kept squeezing my hand and telling me she loved me. It seemed like a lifetime passed by the time the doctor came into the room; he didnt look happy. He asked to speak to my mom out in the hall. I heard my mom say oh my god no and the doctor tell her how extremely sorry he was. On the way to the hospital I had made my mom promise she would tell me the truth no matter what, but in that moment after the doctor had talked to her I knew she didnt want to. She did though; trying to look brave she told me, told me there was a tumor on my spine