I was born on December 1st, 2001. Born in the Avenue of Ventura, CA, but raised in the most dangerous side of Oxnard, CA. I was raised there about 4 or 3 years, but before that there's a crazy story behind that. I’ve lived in 4 different types of places Ventura, Oxnard, Idaho, and Oregon. Before I was even born my parents had already have my older sister and they were moving from place to place. It was very complicated for my parents back then.
Back to what I remember my parents explaining me that when I was just a few days old, my family and I left to Idaho because the house rent here was too expensive for us and we couldn’t afford it. Months past, and mom and dad had agreed that they wanted to move to Oregon so see how the rent was or to see if it was nice over there. I remember some little things of Oregon, how green the trees and grass were. How clear the water was, watching the rocks create ripples in the middle of it. Just a little bit is what I can remember, but anyway instead of having or renting a house of our own, we stayed at some relatives of my mom's for a couple of months. If I look back at those times, it seems like time went by really fast if we just seemed to stay there for days not months or days. When my parents decided to leave Oregon, they thought going back to California was the right thing to do, so we did. I was close to turning a year old and it was a perfect timing! Because me and family were finally back at Ventura and by then I remembered everyone's faces in my family. My dad’s and mom’s side were living here in California, and Ventura! I started getting older and my family and I, moved to Oxnard; I never knew why we moved there guess it was an “adult conversation” or just cause. But I do remember this for sure, me and my family stayed in Oxnard for maximum 3 or 4 years! In a very dangerous area, The Ghetto. Where all the gangsters would pass by, where everyone would tell each other who and what got hurt last night in the shooting. But since I was a little kid I wasn’t allowed outside because of how dangerous it was especially! at night. My parents had been sharing the apartment we were living in with one of my dad's brother and his wife with a little girl my age exact. My aunt had another baby on the way, so my cousin had a sibling coming!
And so did I…! After my parents had realize that Oxnard was not the right way or place to raise little kids there my family and my uncle’s family left and found houses for each of us. And the houses were here in Ventura, one house was in the back and the other was in the front. Since we were the bigger family , we got the back house and my uncle got the front. As I started getting older and well getting more “mature” I knew that we were in a tough position, it was hard for us especially for my parents. They had a lot of bills and rent, and work to handle all at the same time. My parents just wanted the best for me and my sister at that time, but with all the work, bills, and rent it was hard to maintain everything good or how they wished it was. It always took them a while for them to buy us something, but whatever it was me and my sister just played with it and we seemed to make it work. The money was kind of the problem with us, and when I was younger I started thinking I should be working because I thought I was old enough already. But my mom thought it was a very funny idea of mine, that every little kid starts saying that at that age I was. However, I never really thought of it as a funny idea??
It 6 or 7 years later, and I’m in elementary school, I got to met new people, new friends etc. and as I realize now that I was being bullied throughout my whole 6 years there. And well, I didn’t know what was bullying back then because it wasn’t really common as much as it is now. But what’s even more sad, is well it hasn’t stopped. I can finally say that I’ve been bullied all my elementary AND middle school years. I never told my parents until the end of middle school which was 8th grade pretty much. It was bad, but I got happy that it was all over and gone.Till’ this very day I still live in the Avenue of Ventura, California. Yes, a dangerous place but I know how to keep myself safe and sound. Keeping myself surrounded by my family and people that love me, and whom I love too.
Back to what I remember my parents explaining me that when I was just a few days old, my family and I left to Idaho because the house rent here was too expensive for us and we couldn’t afford it. Months past, and mom and dad had agreed that they wanted to move to Oregon so see how the rent was or to see if it was nice over there. I remember some little things of Oregon, how green the trees and grass were. How clear the water was, watching the rocks create ripples in the middle of it. Just a little bit is what I can remember, but anyway instead of having or renting a house of our own, we stayed at some relatives of my mom's for a couple of months. If I look back at those times, it seems like time went by really fast if we just seemed to stay there for days not months or days. When my parents decided to leave Oregon, they thought going back to California was the right thing to do, so we did. I was close to turning a year old and it was a perfect timing! Because me and family were finally back at Ventura and by then I remembered everyone's faces in my family. My dad’s and mom’s side were living here in California, and Ventura!
I started getting older and my family and I, moved to Oxnard; I never knew why we moved there guess it was an “adult conversation” or just cause. But I do remember this for sure, me and my family stayed in Oxnard for maximum 3 or 4 years! In a very dangerous area, The Ghetto. Where all the gangsters would pass by, where everyone would tell each other who and what got hurt last night in the shooting. But since I was a little kid I wasn’t allowed outside because of how dangerous it was especially! at night. My parents had been sharing the apartment we were living in with one of my dad's brother and his wife with a little girl my age exact. My aunt had another baby on the way, so my cousin had a sibling coming!
And so did I…! After my parents had realize that Oxnard was not the right way or place to raise little kids there my family and my uncle’s family left and found houses for each of us. And the houses were here in Ventura, one house was in the back and the other was in the front. Since we were the bigger family , we got the back house and my uncle got the front. As I started getting older and well getting more “mature” I knew that we were in a tough position, it was hard for us especially for my parents. They had a lot of bills and rent, and work to handle all at the same time. My parents just wanted the best for me and my sister at that time, but with all the work, bills, and rent it was hard to maintain everything good or how they wished it was. It always took them a while for them to buy us something, but whatever it was me and my sister just played with it and we seemed to make it work. The money was kind of the problem with us, and when I was younger I started thinking I should be working because I thought I was old enough already. But my mom thought it was a very funny idea of mine, that every little kid starts saying that at that age I was. However, I never really thought of it as a funny idea??
It 6 or 7 years later, and I’m in elementary school, I got to met new people, new friends etc. and as I realize now that I was being bullied throughout my whole 6 years there. And well, I didn’t know what was bullying back then because it wasn’t really common as much as it is now. But what’s even more sad, is well it hasn’t stopped. I can finally say that I’ve been bullied all my elementary AND middle school years. I never told my parents until the end of middle school which was 8th grade pretty much. It was bad, but I got happy that it was all over and gone.Till’ this very day I still live in the Avenue of Ventura, California. Yes, a dangerous place but I know how to keep myself safe and sound. Keeping myself surrounded by my family and people that love me, and whom I love too.