_Autobiography
In
life we have all experienced tuff moments that have made us stronger or weaker.
Like everyone else I myself have been through things I never imagined to
experience. I believe that everything does happen for a reason, thankfully all
those experiences have made me better and be and I learned something At first
I'm lost in pain and confusion but slowly I lift my head up and look forward,
that is what I have learned. Experiencing the deaths of two of my loved family
members, having a home taken away, getting pregnant at age 16, and other events
are the things that have made me who I am.
My name is Natalie Avila Martinez and that's
the only name I go by. I was born on March 22, 1994 which makes me 17 years
old. I was raised in a home of five: my mother, father, brother, and sister. We
come from a Mexican heritage, both my parents were born and raised in Mexico (D.F.)
Which stands for Destrito FederalOne of the good things about Mexican culture is the yummy delicious food,
tacos are my favorite.
My parents came to
Colorado when they were in their 20's and have stayed ever since. They arrived
to Basalt, Colorado, thanks to my grandpa who came here first. Basalt is where
I have lived my whole childhood, where I went to school, and made my first friends. All the time
that I lived in Basalt we lived with my moms parents my grandmaand
grandpa. I was really close to them and I loved them very much. On day my
grandparents decided to move to Chicago to live with my other uncles. That day
came when they left and my heart shredded into pieces. I was only 8 years old, I
cried of how upset I was, but I had to get use to the fact they were no longer
there. Two years past and I started hearing that my grandpa was sick. He had
been to the hospital and doctors weren't sure what was wrong with him. I was
worried and hoped everything would be just fine. Suddenly a day came that my
mom told me we had to pack, we were leaving to Chicago, to visit my grandpa who
unfortunately wasn't doing any better. We rented a van and left with my uncles.
Chicago was an 18-hour drive; I remember we weren't far from making it into
Chicago when we got a phone call. We pulled over to the side to hear that it
was too late for us, my grandpa had just past away. Everyone cried, except for
me, I was young and I didn’t understand how to feel, until I saw my grandpa
laying on that bed with his eyes closed. Something I hoped and thought would
just be fine was real he was gone. I cried and couldn’t believe it, we stayed
with him for an hour and all his grandchildren kissed him goodbye. As I kissed
him I felt his whole body cold and stiff.
As the years went by I grew older and things
were changing. At the age of 12 my family decided it was time to move and go
somewhere better. You can't imagine how hard it was for me to move and get use
to anew environment. I had never experienced movingbefore and the
bad thing about moving was that we moved all the way to Carbondale. It was
pretty far from school and friends. Sooner or later I was going to have to get
use to it. Good thing was we didn't swith schools. I kept attending school in
Basalt.
Age 14 seemed very long and heartbreaking. By
the age of 13 I was more mature and responsible for my actions than when I was
11. I experienced another death in my family. One of my closets dearest
favorite aunts past away do to tumors in her head. She had been given six
months of live but she survived two years. It was hard to believe she was gone.
I had just seen her happy and excited. She was going to a better place with
more efficient help. She left a hole in everyone’s heart. Although I was
positive that soon she would be cured and didn't want her to die, I knew she
had gone to a better place where she would feel no pain at all.
A year after my aunt’s death my family
experienced another hard time. As of today I still live with the thought of how
it happened and why. I was mad and lost in confusion. The thing that was so
valuable to my family and I was taken away from us in a heart beat. I was home
from school sick, when I heard a loud knock on the door. I ran downstairs to
open the door. It was an officer with papers in her hands and lots of people
standing behind her. This officer was there to get us to move our stuff out. I
asked why? She said our house was now foreclosed. I ran calmly mom and dad to
let them know. At that moment my emotions were confused I didn't know if I
should cry, be mad, or not care. It hurt me deeply inside to see people kicking
us out of the place we made and called "our home." We looked for a
solution but couldn’t find one. It wasn't my parent’s fault, I couldn't blame
them, and they did everything they could to have made it home. We had no other
choice but to get out. What are we going to do now? One of my mom’s brothers
helped us out and let us stay at their house for the moment. In about a month
we found a new home and moved in. The only thing left to do was to look forward,
and make a happy home. The year after I turned 16. At the age of 16 I was an
actual in a committed relationship. A relationship that up to a year I put
myself in a situation I never imagined I would be in at this age. It was hard
depressing and sad to get use to the fact that I was pregnant. It was a
consequence my partner said we had to face together which luckily we did; he
did the right thing and responded to me. Yes my parents were very disappointed;
I was the youngest and the first one to leave the house. At first I didn't want
my baby, I thought about abortion, and was in denial all the way through my sixth
month. I had the feeling that God had put me on this path for a reason and all
I had to do was love and respect my baby, which is what I'm doing today.
I always thought and
said everything would be just fine because that's the type of person I am. I
like to believe and have faith. I will always keep my head up no matter what
and will be strong for myself. Everything does happen for a reason and we all
learn from those life experiences. We will find our way out, and I have all I
got to do is make the best out of everything.
Baby
In August of 1995 Patricia McLachlan published one of her books named Baby. This book contains about 132 pages, it was written for children. Also written for those who like heart touching, sad books. The story takes place in a small Island in the East coast. One summer day a typical family came to find in their driveway a baby girl named Sophie, who was left my her mother. With the baby came a note attached saying, “I will come back for her one day.” The nice family Mama, Papa, Larkin a little girl, Byrd the grandmother and Lalo Larkin’s best friend welcome Sophie into there home. The family is lost in pain and fear to give Sophie there love when Larkin’s baby brother of 6 months past away. The more time Sophie spent with them the more they feared to love her knowing someday her mother would take back and take her away. But slowly without knowing the family cared, and loved Sophie, something they couldn’t help doing. The family cycled through fear of love, love for Sophie but once again had to face a loss when Sophie’s mother returns for her. I would say that anyone of age 12 years and older should read this book. At the age of 12 is when you start to understand more and be touched than from the age of 8 and older. It is certainly not a hard book to read. In my opinion of the book I liked reading it and I thought it was good. It was sad, cute and entertaining. Sad to say Sophie’s mother came back for her and took her away from the people who gave her there love and thought her things. Cute when Sophie learned and saw the things the family would do and she would do it back. It was just a good book to read and I would recommend it to my friends to read.