Autobiography / Creative writing for Psychology

Autobiography

12 . Describe the atmosphere /mood of your home when you grew up

3 . Describe your family features and characteristics which make them unique

4 . Describe the general strengths and weaknesses in your family

22 . Descrivbe how you see the world and what kind of people you tend to attract

14 . What are you looking for in a mate ? how could you give this to yourself

I remember the day I was born like it was yesterday . It was a cold Tuesday morning when my mother calmly told my father

their tiny miracle was ready to be born . They both quietly gathered their bags and drove the speed limit the entire way to the hospital . They entered together after finding the perfect parking spot . My mother insisted on staying in the car and resisted my father 's attempt to drop her at the door Then , ten hours later , I was born . The perfect child born to the most perfect people in the world

Not really . Honestly , I really do not remember most of my childhood although there are a few scenes that enter my mind from time to time My mother would tell you I was the perfect child indeed . She would say that I didn 't even cry for the first three months of my life . Not one tear . She would give the fairytale story I documented above if asked about my birth

She is one of those June Cleaver ' mothers . You know , the ones that don 't work outside the home , even when the children start school . The ones that have a glass of milk and a banana (no cookies before dinner at the table when the bus dropped you off after school . She was the hub of the family . She even wore one of those little white aprons with red ladybugs on the front . Although it was well past the fifties and sixties , she sure acted like a mother of those times . She really set the tone for our house and our family in general . She did then , and still does now . Some things don 't change because we don 't want them to .With Mom setting the atmosphere of our house , things ran pretty smoothly . It amazes me now to think of everything she organized for us and how she did it with grace and compassion . It must have been difficult to pick up the same dirty sock that missed the hamper at least a million times without saying a word . But , with her compassion and calmness , she made our home a refuge for the scary world it was built within

Our home was peaceful . It always smelled wonderful , like fresh cut flowers , or fresh laundry . It was a place where everyone was welcome As I grew , many of my friends found my home to be an inviting place . It was always spotless and decorated with cheer . I have no idea how she managed to keep it that way , but she did . The best word to...