Childhood-Personal Narrative

It caused me to suppress the anger and hatred that I had because of the absence of a father figure. It also allowed me to develop thick skin and perseverance when things became tough. As I continue to move forward, I take the experiences that have shaped who I am along with me. The next chapter in my life will be dental school where I can make an impact on my peers, the staff and the school as a whole. I hope that my ability to strive for greatness despite many odds will be something that I can spread among my peers as I continue on my path to becoming a

I did not realise at the time but my step father was growing anger towards me and my siblings. This caused a lot of tension between my mother and stepfather. Then one night he just got so angry that he hit my mother. She was so distraught that she had no idea what to do. I took the liberty of calling the police so that I could protect my brother and sister. From this experience I was able to learn how to stand up for myself and be very independent. I gained the ability to know that it is okay to do the right thing even if it will make some people not like you or if it will destroy a

I learned to regard situations more objectively rather than overly emotionally. While the knowledge that I may have made the wrong decision when I allowed my brother to accept a plea deal in place of a trial, haunted me for years, until more than three years and hundreds of hours of therapy later my brother and I met again. I knew then I made the right choice. He was able to heal from the damage my father’s “discipline” caused; he was able to accomplish what I was scared we never could; we were able to overcome the abuse. That experience, facing my past and being able to let it go, showed me how much I have healed; it taught me to live, forgive and keep fighting.

On Friday, March 4 around 2:15pm my friend Iris and I decided to drive around to look for a park with children interacting to start our observations. We visited around six parks that varied on their components and locations but had no luck of three children interacting with each other. Most of the them were empty and the few other ones had a few children interacting more with parents or by themselves than with other children. At this point we reasoned that children must be in school causing the parks to be empty.

Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.

The years seem to fly by as you get older. Blending together the years only possibly highlighting the day you turn one year older. That moment for me was, in fact, my birthday and I could finally drive and four days later going to London. But the months leading up to that were chaos. Many people are busy throughout the year from start to finish such as sports, school work, looking at colleges, or even jobs. I was one of them; having plenty of things that would keep me busy - (most of what I liked to do like soccer, basketball, and spending time with my family and cousins, but some not so much like having the burden of housework chores).

Growing up life was rough. I came from a broken family, where my biological father who was a Colombian native born but here on papers and had trouble finding employment in Miami. He a some point gave up finding employment that was legal, that he then turned to something illegal and later faced 15 years for money laundering. While my father was doing what he believed was everything at that point possible to take care of my then teenage mother, little brother and I, my mother saw it as an opportunity to pawn my brother and I off to whoever would watch us and go out mingling with a man who later became my step father, once Marshall's got hold of my father and sentenced him. When my father left we lost everything including our mother, even though

A long time ago back in Alton where I used to live there was going to be a big change for me. I was little didn't remember much, but i do remember the move van. I remember the men carrying my things rom the car to the house. Me and my father were standing out side, he got me villanelle ice cream and I was trying to make it last on that hot summer day. “Dad why did we leave our home?” I asked with ice cream running down my hand. H said “ We didn’t leave our home, home is where your family is.” I realized that day that we didn't leave our home, home is where you make it.

Throughout life we seek and yearn for knowledge in hopes of gaining greater perceptive on life. We do this in three ways: reading texts, listening to mentors, and self-discovery. They require each other to work most effectively, but can be done independently of each other with varying results. We have all used these “three ways” to learn new skills, and ultimately open our minds to novel ideas. I reached new mental and physical heights trying to learn the front handspring and front flip over the summer.

Growing up, I never really liked children. From the crying over no reason to the whiny voices of deceitful little monsters, the feeling of overwhelmness and depression seemed to rush into me instantaneously whenever I was near one. I dreaded helping out in the nursery during Relief Society Enrichments and yearned to be free when I was stuck babysitting hyper little ones who did not seem to know what an indoor voice was and was all too familiar with screaming. The thought of having kids, let alone being near them was a nightmare. As I saw my peers coo and fuss over a first grader (who seemed to me, knew just the kind of power he had) for hours, I wandered how anyone could be so fascinated by a simple child. It was not until my Junior year that I received more than just that answer.

I felt like some of you know me one way, others in a different way. Many of you don’t know my full story. So here it is. Growing up I was always bullied and yeah it hurt, but I got through it. I was just taking what life was throwing at me. I had anxiety growing up that led to depression in about the 7th grade. I just tried my best to deal with it. Growing up I always felt out-of-place, always wishing I was older and more independent. Once I got to high school I knew things would change. But never in the way that they did. It was an instant success, well the social part at least. Everyone wanted to know what I was doing and where I was going. And oh let me tell you I’m going places. Things were different in high school I had tons of friends. All my good ones

It was December 27th 1997, as the mother looked into her handsome baby’s eyes. A tear ran down her face as she realizes this is the first and last time she sees the baby’s face, the last time she will be able to strokes her baby boys face, the last time she gets to see those eyes open. As she realizes that she won’t be able to watch him take his first steps and hear him say his first words, dress him for his first day of school, never see him grow up into a powerful young man just like his father.

One experience that I believe has contributed positively to my growth as an individual was being named captain of my football team sophomore year. This was a surprise to me, I was a good football player however I was not the best on the team. My coach selected me because he felt as though I showed strong leadership qualities however I had never formally been named the leader of anything other than while playing follow the leader as a child. I was nervous about it at first because the captain has a lot of decisions to make and everyone counts on him to make the best one.

Children oftentimes misinterpret things or misunderstand instructions. They usually have their out unique, and inaccurate, interpretation of things. When I was a child, I too, would misinterpret or misunderstand things. I had many comical misinterpretations as a child. One of these misinterpretations was when I misinterpreted the label on a shampoo bottle.

I began living by myself at the age of 18 in Europe. I could only rely on myself, since my family lived far from me. I faced a lot of problems that I had no previous experience handling, since I had only just finished high school. The decisions I made affected who I am now.