Growing up in a christian household was great. Getting up early every Sunday morning to go to Sunday School & Church. Those were the good days and the days i looked forward to and i still look forward to. After Church, sometimes we took car rides to Santa Barbara or we just went home.Life was great. No worries. Then our church went through some rough times. People started to leave. That's when we lost all our friends, they all left. My Brother and I were practically the only youth in the church for a little bit. We had to make a tough decision, should we leave or should we stay.

Church has helped me through the rough times. The good people there, the family that comes around, the new people that come around. When you go to a small church like i do, you get the deep relationships, you get to really connect with them. The love they taught me, the way to love those who hurt me has helped me through life. They have always been there for me when i needed to talk about anything.My parents have been going there even before i was born. They started taking my brother there first, that was where i grew up. We ended up staying there. We are very involved there. My mom leads worship, My dad runs the media booth, my brother and i go to youth group on Wednesday, we help with the young ones on Tuesday, and we go to Sunday School and church on Sundays

Growing up in a church family has taught me a lot of stuff, kindness, self control, love, and patience. I would love to pursue my dream of going to a christian college that offers nursing school where i hope to become a nurse, pediatrician, maternity nurse, or anything in the medical field.