We lived in a small town with a great school and lots of friends, my mother and father were both involved in the volunteer Fire Department and I think I knew everyone in town.
I may not always act like it, but I look up to him and respect him.
It’s hard to think of everything he’s done for me and not like him. Like shut me in the closet, play tricks on me, “forbid” me to use his stuff.
My father is a big football fan and even wrote in my baby book that he hoped I would grow up loving the game as much as he does.
Well his dream came true as I am a self proclaimed football junkie.
There’s the basic stuff that most older brothers do. But for each ‘mean’ thing he did to me, he did about five nice things.
You know, baby-sit you, help you with your homework, and let you use their stuff. He was the one who taught me how to read and how to tie my shoes. One nice thing he did was that he always let me hang around him and his friends.
She’s the kind of mom who would always take time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids.
My mother has always been a very strong role model to me, and growing up with someone like her to look up to has changed my life in many ways.
During the night, the falls would change color due to the lighting it was given.
Although I was still really young, I understood just about everything I learned from my mother in this trip.