Turning Points

TURNING POINTS OF LIFE

Have you ever had a particular experience in your the had a major effect on you? If you have I call these experiences turning points. Turning points are experiences that you will never forget they have a major effect on your life. I think a person has three turning points that makes them think about life and what it is worth to them. It makes them look inside of themselves and think about their past, present, and future. I myself have been through two so far. My first was when I was taken from my mother when I was ten back in ninety-eight .

I was very young when I had my first turning point. It started back in the summer of 1998 when I went to my aunts house to visit my cousin Ashley. At the time I wasn't aware that mother was on drugs but I always knew she was doing something wrong. I stayed with my aunt for a week and it was wonderful until Monday morning when school had just started. My mother was suppose to pick up me, my brother Lucian, and my sister Natasha but never showed up. I was ready to go to school and she was no where to be found. My brother and sister began to cry because of my aunt yelling at us. She said it was our fault she didn't come because we where bad but in reality my mother had promised to give her some money for watching us. My aunt has been known to lose her temper and do crazy things. How was I suppose to know she was going to call the police and have us taken into custody by CPS.

My aunt had clamed down and made us the biggest breakfast I had ever had. When we got finished she made us sit on her front porch and told us to stay there. I thought we were about to leave to my grandmothers because I overheard them taking on the phone but I was wrong. We sat on thatporch for over three hours baking in the sun. We tried to get back in the house but she wouldn't open the door. My siblings were crying and I tried not to but I couldn't help it. My mother had abandoned her children. This was when I first felt hatred in my heart. I hated my mother for this and would never forget. As I watched my siblings cry noticed that an all black car pulled up in front of us. A man jumped out and told us to come with him. He said he was with the police and that everything was going to be ok. My aunt didn't even come outside to see us being taken away or even to say goodbye. She stayed in her house like nothing was going on. I hated her to for what she had done to me, but she was not the source of it . This was all my mothers fault. At the end of all this I was sent to Louisiana to stay with my father I haven't seen since I was seven and I barely remember what he looks like or what he is like. But I would never have thought that his wife would be the start of my second turning point of my life.

Moving to Louisiana was a big change for me and my siblings an I. The air smelled of salt water and seaweed and it was totally racist when we got off the plane. My father met us at the airport and took us to our new home. It was hard to get used to it, because it was nothing but dirt roads and trees. No friends, family ,and no life. A person could get killed an no one would know what happened to them and that sacred me. After a while I got use to it but that all changed in the blink of eye when my father started to drink all the time. He would get drunk and beat his wife and that right there started the hate between she and us. Because she got beatings, she blamed us but I couldn't deny it because it was true. My father never took care of use and didn't understand what we were like. He had other kids, but to him we were outsiders, and who could blame him? But because of that it became his weakness for his wife to use to her advantage. She use to beat the hell out of me and my siblings and this started a war that I was sure to win, but it took years before that happened. She put my siblings against me and this was trouble. She made us fight and hurt each other in order to see who would eat and who would sleep outside. It was a fight for survival and I was going to winporch for over three hours baking in the sun. We tried to get back in the house but she wouldn't open the door. My siblings were crying and I tried not to but I couldn't help it. My mother had abandoned her children. This was when I first felt hatred in my heart. I hated my mother for this and would never forget. As I watched my siblings cry noticed that an all black car pulled up in front of us. A man jumped out and told us to come with him. He said he was with the police and that everything was going to be ok. My aunt didn't even come outside to see us being taken away or even to say goodbye. She stayed in her house like nothing was going on. I hated her to for what she had done to me, but she was not the source of it . This was all my mothers fault. At the end of all this I was sent to Louisiana to stay with my father I haven't seen since I was seven and I barely remember what he looks like or what he is like. But I would never have thought that his wife would be the start of my second turning point of my life.

Moving to Louisiana was a big change for me and my siblings an I. The air smelled of salt water and seaweed and it was totally racist when we got off the plane. My father met us at the airport and took us to our new home. It was hard to get used to it, because it was nothing but dirt roads and trees. No friends, family ,and no life. A person could get killed an no one would know what happened to them and that sacred me. After a while I got use to it but that all changed in the blink of eye when my father started to drink all the time. He would get drunk and beat his wife and that right there started the hate between she and us. Because she got beatings, she blamed us but I couldn't deny it because it was true. My father never took care of use and didn't understand what we were like. He had other kids, but to him we were outsiders, and who could blame him? But because of that it became his weakness for his wife to use to her advantage. She use to beat the hell out of me and my siblings and this