Ebone’ Carter
February 17, 2016
Autobiography
Dr. Patsy Adams
Abnormal Psychology

Psychological Autobiography

. My childhood was as great as any other. I was raised by my mother who also cared for her other four children. My mother would also work a lot, sometimes two jobs at a time. She always did and still does work extremely hard to ensure that we had a more than decent roof over our heads and everything that we needed. My mother is very encouraging. She had always coached us to not be like he but to be better. My mother has always instilled love and caretaking in her kids. Her children have always been taught to always care for each other no matter what happens. We are to never turn our backs on each other because we are all that we have. In our house, we always had a lot of fun times. My mother is silly and like to play around and bond with her children in any way possible. My grandmother also helped out a lot when it came to taking care of us. I can remember waking up early morning when school was out to go to grandma’s house. She always read us stories and taught us songs. She also tried to teach us to knit and sew (fail). My great grandmother would have us cheese toasts for breakfast whenever she woke up. I can remember my great grandmother having us to clean up the house before the family dinner after church on Sunday. She would always try to pay us for our services, then she would get angry with us when we wouldn’t want to take her pay. When we went to sleep she would sneak the money into something of ours (mind you my great grandmother could only get around in a power chair). My sisters and brothers and I got along fairly well with one another. Of course we fought, but what siblings don’t? We all have different personalities so we sometimes didn’t see eye to eye. Even if we were not getting along at the moment did not mean that we would