What Has Made Me Who I Am Our text tells us “You are the product of the way you were raised, as well as your genetics. And if you are a parent, your children will be the product of how you raise them” (Witt & Mossler, 2010, p. 11). Looking back at my life, I know that is true. There are many things in my life that have molded me to be the person that I am today. Some of these experiences have been positive, and some have been negative. Either way, they are all a part of what has made me who I am. I came from a broken home. My parents, who to this day hate each other, were divorced when I was just two years old. I was an only child to my mother and the youngest of three to my father, who had previously been married. Everyone tells me that I was the apple of my mother’s eye. I personally do not believe this, because for as long as I can remember, she was always busy with work and her own life, leaving little or no time for me. My father, made it very clear at a young age that he really was not interested in playing dad to a small child. My half sister and brother are much older than I am, so they were already at an age that they did not need this. Because of this, I spent most of my time with my paternal grandparents. They did everything for me, and with me. They were two of the most amazing people that I have ever met in my life. As a school aged child, I played soccer and basketball on the town leagues. Neither my mother nor my father ever saw a game. My step-father saw a couple, but not many. My grandfather never missed a single game, regardless of how early in the morning or late in the evening they may have been. I was a member of the chorus from the time I was in third grade, and joined the band in fourth grade, and my grandfather attended every concert. He even recorded them with his tape recorder so that he could take them home and play