My Family

My family is agreat example of how a family should be; a loving, caring family that goes through its ups and downs, but prevails together in the end. My famiy is a great gifted to me, and on november the twenty-fourth nineteen eighty six in Savannah Georgia, a gift was born in St. Joseph hospital, a boy by the name of Christopher James Wright. Weighting 7lbs looking as a mirror-image of my pops by the name of James Wright Jr. and eyes like my mom Myra B. Wright. My mom never really worked execpt for the household, but my pops worked at Union Camp, which now is International Paper. I was never really there, but my dad in his early twenties lost his right arm on a job accident, I never really thought about it, but he was just like any other father. I basically grew-up in church, as a wholesome family, in the year 1990 of June 25th my little brother was born. A year later my baby sister was