History: Acquiring knowledge about significant events and individual developments over time; investigations about the past and its legacy.
I was born in Mexico and when I was two I moved to the United States with my family. When we got to the United States we moved into an apartment. When I was 2 or 3 I was playing with some boxes and I put one on a chair and acted as if they were stairs. When I was climbing down I fell and I hit my head against a metal bar that was connected to the bed. We would go to visit our family members in Mexico every year. But when I was in second grade we didn't go to Mexico that summer because first of all I had to do summer school and second of all my mom was pregnant. In September one morning my mom left at like 5 in the morning to the hospital and my aunt came over to take care of us. But the real joy happened when I was in school and a teacher that was friends with the my family, Mrs. Johnson, told me that my little sister was born. We went to visit her after school and we saw her open her eyes. But to be honest she was a fat hairy baby. In my head I was going finally I'm not the youngest. When we left my aunt took us to another aunt where we stayed for the weekend. The following years were nice, having a baby in the house was surely what we needed. Having a little child made everything more fun. Until she turned two. She would come at me and bite me. On an arm, on a leg. The last time she bit me, she bit me so hard it started bleeding and was purple. It left me a scar. When it was the last day of sixth grade
I was born in Mexico and when I was two I moved to the United States with my family. When we got to the United States we moved into an apartment. When I was 2 or 3 I was playing with some boxes and I put one on a chair and acted as if they were stairs. When I was climbing down I fell and I hit my head against a metal bar that was connected to the bed. We would go to visit our family members in Mexico every year. But when I was in second grade we didn't go to Mexico that summer because first of all I had to do summer school and second of all my mom was pregnant. In September one morning my mom left at like 5 in the morning to the hospital and my aunt came over to take care of us. But the real joy happened when I was in school and a teacher that was friends with the my family, Mrs. Johnson, told me that my little sister was born. We went to visit her after school and we saw her open her eyes. But to be honest she was a fat hairy baby. In my head I was going finally I'm not the youngest. When we left my aunt took us to another aunt where we stayed for the weekend. The following years were nice, having a baby in the house was surely what we needed. Having a little child made everything more fun. Until she turned two. She would come at me and bite me. On an arm, on a leg. The last time she bit me, she bit me so hard it started bleeding and was purple. It left me a scar. When it was the last day of sixth grade