Till this day my parents still debate about who named me and where my name came from. I am glad they named me Chelssea. I used to want to be called Courtney only because I thought it was much cuter, but I am satisfied with my name. When people hear my name, multiple meanings and images pop in there head. My name brings joy, laughter, and giggles but sometimes it can bring hurt too. Chelssea. My name defines me, who I am. I have been through alot in my 18 years of life, but many people to not know. My name isnt dark, it can bring light to someone who is down. My name is not perfect which explains how I am not perfect. My name could use much filter just like the things in my life. But at the end of the day, I am me. And I am completely fine with being just Chelssea.
Throughout the next four years I plan on researching more about women and how they were treated witihin the last 100 years. I find this topic interesting, because I am a young lady and I would like to see how the attitudes towards women changed over time. I would also like to research more about slavery. Slavery time is such a powerful topic and I want to see it from many other angles.
Running around outside chasing my dog name Pookie.
Playing with the Barbie Doll House I got as a Christmas gift.
Skating outside with friends from down the street.
Wearing Onesies because they kept me warm.
Giving my dad Nosy’s.
Laughing with my brothers and sisters after Fighting with them.
Going Bike Riding to the beach.
Seeing the Street Lights as a warning sign to come into the house.
Getting into Trouble.
Kisses to Grandma after school.
and most importantly
Spending Parents Money on Candy.
This is My Childhood.