Story of my life
The Story of My Life
Interesting enough, my life began on a Thursday night, on December 17, 1987 in Atlanta Georgia, where I was delivered at 9.28pm to my mother, Ruth Dye and father, Tony Jefferies. I was the second child for my father and the third for my mother. I just didn’t know anybody or where I would end up in life after that moment.
As I grew up, my life changed at each milestone in a person life. I had a rough and very fun childhood. I remember playing outside with family and friends, eating around the dinner table with my family and sleeping with my grandmother until I was 15 years old. My life was filled with more great memories than the bad, even though lived in poverty stricken neighborhood. My grandmother never once, made it seem that way because she made sure we were fed, bathe and had clean clothes and shoes on our feet.
Even though, neither my mother nor my father was in my life, when I was younger, my father decided to change that when I was 15 years old. He wanted me to be more than cousins that had three kids on their hips and one on the way. He told me, “If you are ready to leave, you can go with me, right now.” I was hesitant at first, but I decided this might be my chance to get out of the situation I was in. At that point, my grades had started slipping, I started not to go to school, but I know I didn’t want that for myself. I took that leap of faith and I went with my dad and the rest is still writing its story.
Interesting enough, my life began on a Thursday night, on December 17, 1987 in Atlanta Georgia, where I was delivered at 9.28pm to my mother, Ruth Dye and father, Tony Jefferies. I was the second child for my father and the third for my mother. I just didn’t know anybody or where I would end up in life after that moment.
As I grew up, my life changed at each milestone in a person life. I had a rough and very fun childhood. I remember playing outside with family and friends, eating around the dinner table with my family and sleeping with my grandmother until I was 15 years old. My life was filled with more great memories than the bad, even though lived in poverty stricken neighborhood. My grandmother never once, made it seem that way because she made sure we were fed, bathe and had clean clothes and shoes on our feet.
Even though, neither my mother nor my father was in my life, when I was younger, my father decided to change that when I was 15 years old. He wanted me to be more than cousins that had three kids on their hips and one on the way. He told me, “If you are ready to leave, you can go with me, right now.” I was hesitant at first, but I decided this might be my chance to get out of the situation I was in. At that point, my grades had started slipping, I started not to go to school, but I know I didn’t want that for myself. I took that leap of faith and I went with my dad and the rest is still writing its story.