The time my cousin died.
By jalen2000, Updated
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I became what I am today at the age of 12. During the year of 2013 is when my older cousin died. Remembering this moment, changed the way I looked at the world.
I was walking home from the school bus, and as I walked into the driveway I saw my moms car in the garage. Usually she gets home later than me so I walked up to her car. As I walk to her car I realized she was crying, so I asked her,"what's wrong?" That's when she told me that my older cousin Kevin died. I didn't cry at the moment because I wanted to show her I was strong.
I wanted to show my mom that I was as strong as a lion. Therefore I didn't cry with her, even though I wanted to. It felt like I had miles to go before I sleep. The death of Kevin just put me in such a bad mood for about a week and I couldn't sleep. The sadness from the death of him suffocated. It felt like two huge boulders were just sitting on my chest.
Whenever I hear his name it takes me back to the day I walked in the garage and saw my mom Crying. It makes me feel dedicated to success for my mom and Kevin.
This moment impacted my life by humbling me. He died at such a young age that I realized how short life really is and even how short it could be. I grew from that moment because of what I learned from that moment. I became stronger and more motivated. It taught me to stay out of the streets and focus on school and my sports. It changed me for better because now my chances of surviving are higher because I have nothing to do with the streets.
In 2013 I was 12 in the 7th grade. This moment made me what I am today because it made me humble, motivated, and encouraged.
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