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Comp Essay 1
Comp Essay 1
Allyson Luke
Mrs.Cramer
18 September 2020
Growing up, I moved from house to house at least once every two years, as a result of my
parents' divorce. When I was just four years old, my parents got a divorce, which was caused by
my dad making some poor decisions. My dad had just lost his job; consequently he had turned
back to marijuana after telling my mom he would never use it again. He had struggled with
Right after the divorce, I primarily lived with my mom, as she struggled to keep us above
water. She worked three jobs, while we slept on the couches of family members until she could
afford to get on her own feet. I slowly transitioned back to see my dad regularly, because he had
gotten a steady job. As my dad had gotten settled into his new way of life, my mom and I had
gotten our first apartment. We lived in there for five months, but it was mold infested. My mom
With my mom working for the local airport, she had met several pilots who didn’t have a
place to call home as they were staying in hotels for weeks at a time or on coworkers' couches.
My mom had seen this as an opportunity to rent a house and a few of the pilots could stay with
us. Not long after, two pilots, Chris and Chuck, had moved in with us. With them staying with
us, my mom was able to save money easier while earning benefits.
Luke 2
When most individuals look back on their childhood, they remember special moments
with their dads like going fishing or learning how to ride a bike. Since my biological dad was not
always around, Chris and Chuck had volunteered themselves to be father figures. They both
attended my softball games when they were in town, helped me with my math homework, and
There were countless times where my mom and I would fly to Pittsburgh on nearly empty
flights, just to go eat lunch. While this seems like what a celebrity would do daily, it was one
element of my life that made me feel special. Due to my mom working for the airline, she had
received passes that allowed us to fly throughout the country, provided that we stayed on the
specific airline. One of my favorite memories that I share with my mom is when we flew to
Minneapolis, while was Chuck the pilot. We sat in first class and ate the snacks which were
provided to us, while well as laughing up a storm. Several businessmen had given us dirty looks,
but I do not regret that laughter. That moment has stuck with me and has reminded me in some
dark times to always look at the positives that life gives you and not to take anything for
advantage.