What was the environment in which you were raised?Describe your family, home, neighborhood, or community, and explain how it has shaped you as a person.
Born and raised in a suburban neighborhood in Austin, Texas, and living here my whole life has been pretty generic. No major traumatic events have happened to me, I've had an average childhood. But in a way, that average life shaped me to be my own unaverage person.
My home has been fairly loving and warm, I've had rough patches with my parents and some spats with siblings, but what teenager hasn't? I've had a roof over my head and food on the table every night of my life, even though it was more of a struggle to get there at some times. We've had the financial downfalls and stressful periods of a typical middle class family, but we're happy and thankful.
My mother and I butt heads quite often, and our relationship is love-hate, but at the end of the day, she's taught me to be the outspoken and stubbornly passionate person I am today. She is the person that can make me happy or sad with just a sentence, the person that can encourage or put me down just with the tone of her voice. She passed her online shopping obsession, loud music loving, lazy Sunday napping, hard-working characteristics on to me. Although we can disagree a lot, at the end of the day, I love her and I know her tough love is in my best interest.
My father is beyond caring to everyone he meets and although he can struggle with putting a filter over his thoughts at times, his witty humor, smart comments and loving heart can be seen when looking at me. He's the one to drag our family out on nature hikes at 6 am on a Saturday morning but the first one to suggest staying in to watch a Will Ferrell movie instead of going out. He cheers the loudest at our sporting events and will stand up at any opportunity to coach of get closer to the field, court or course. He can make anyone laugh with his somewhat offensive sense of humor or Daffy Duckesque sneeze. He can be a little strict at times, but I know his tough love is in my best interest. He's taught me how to stand up for what I believe in and stick up for myself. Because of him I know how to be generous and kind to to others but also to know my own worth and what I deserve.
We wake up to the smell of biscuits or cinnamon rolls on the weekends and fall asleep to the sound of an awfully enjoyable Live PD marathon. Together, they've taught my siblings and I how to be genuinely good kids. We all make mistakes, it's part of growing up, but I'd like to think that we are genuinely good. I want to take all of the best parts of myself that I got from my parents and put them to work in the best of my ability, making them proud of who I've become.
I know I am one of the fortunate ones. My parents are still happily married, and my siblings and I get along for the most part. I have a loving family, I go to a good school, I have great friends, I don't live in a community where I have to worry about my safety, and I'm generally happy, and I am beyond grateful for my vanilla life.