Growing Up Research Paper

Ms. Cooney English CP10 23 March 2018 Kierra Davis Treating a juvenile as and adult One day this kid stabbed another kid in his arm, he has been sent to the juvenile hall and they were deciding on if they want to try him as an adult because of the situation and he could have really hurt the other kid bad. Have you ever thought about the federal system and if they should treat juveniles as adults or should not treat juveniles as adults? The sentencing of a juvenile offender should not be treated as an adult in many ways, one way is because children should not get the same treatment as adults, the second reason is that it’s also not right to the children to be treated that way, and lastly both jail systems are not alike at all. Juveniles

My so called life, takes every aspect of a teen that is considered rebellious, and drags it out. In real life, most teens can relate to aspects of Angela’s turmoiled life, but, no one will deal with all she finds in her life. This approach is one taken frequently when representing teenagers; the fact that they’re growing up becomes their defining quality.

Have people ever told you that you are very mature for your age or that you have an old soul? If the answer is yes then you know the struggle of growing up too fast. Even though someone may tell you “your very mature for your age” may sound like a complement but to me it’s not. From a young age I remember being the kid never outside always in the house reading, writing, cleaning, and taking care of myself even when my mother, aunts, cousins, and grandma were home. I was forced to grow up faster than a child should during their childhood and teen years.

To come of age is to arise to a level where one can propose or make decisions without the need of someone else of mature status. It may come earlier to some than others, it might come later than average, but it all depends on what factor you base coming of age to be on.

Growing up in Dermott my neighborhood was relatively quiet all up until the Friday nights at seven o’clock. The football stadium was literally right down the road. I would always be able to hear the crowd roaring like a lion. This back when the Dermott Rams was untouchable on the football field. On the weekends we would have a lot of friends from all around Dermott come to our house and just have fun. My favorite thing to do when my friends came over was jump on the trampoline. We would have backflip and front flip contest to see who was the best.

Growing up in Theresa was an experience that will live with me until the day I die. Theresa is a town with a population of roughly 2,000 people and it is very rural. Theresa is a blue collar community where everyone works hard and everyone plays hard. I saw this 24/7 at home. It was a small town. Everyone knew what was going on with everything in the town. The town of Theresa was basically one giant family. I went to school their from Kindergarten through 4th grade. The school was three blocks from my house and I would walk to school and back every single day. I usually had people who would walk with me. Some of those people I am still friends with to this very day. This was were I got my very first taste of school and first taste of friendship. One friend that I have made in Theresa is standing up in my wedding in July. Growing up their was a blessing for so many reasons. Probably for reasons I may realize later in life.

In 1986 my mother divorced my father and moved my brother and I from a small town in Pennsylvania to a small town in New Jersey. My mother chose this particular town because of its close proximity to family members. The house my mother grew up in and that my grandmother still lived in was two houses away from our new house. Also, my aunt and uncle lived about three houses away. With her new life as a single mother with two kids the convenience of it all was too hard for her to pass up.

Growing up, I was raised in multiple different environments. From the beaches of Florida to the mountains and high elevation of Missouri and to the hot plains of Texas. I have moved a total of 7 times and gone to 6 different schools. That's insane and I have been able to meet some amazing people!

I just hold the bouquet I bought for him I just needed to visit him again. My aunt parks, there is no one in the cemetery visiting only my aunt, sister and I. We stroll and open the gate. My aunt searches for my grandfather's grave. I felt so calmed and happy at the same time as I was strolling with my sister and aunt. I see lizards and iguanas around, I was watching step. I finally see my grandpa Jose grave. I put the bouquet in a base of water and place it in his own grave. That moment I could feel that lump in my throat. I felt like I wanted to cry because I still remember him when I went with my mom to visit my grandma and him when I was a toddler. I had memories of when he would take me on a ride on a horse. I was happy that I completed my goal to visit him. Visiting cemeteries is not my thing but I did it for my grandfather. A few days ago my grandma was gonna show us pictures of when he was sick. She took out all her photos of her side of the family and when my mom was a kid. Sadly, she couldn't find the pictures, my grandma told us that a day before she placed them in her storage. However, the photos didn't appear. I instantly thought that my grandpa hide them from us so my sister and I wouldn’t see those pictures. As I leave the cemetery we all head back to my aunt's house. The next day I sadly leave back home. That day was a memorable and a special day for me in my vacation trip to

Imagine assembling and disassembling AK-47 in high school! Stacy, is an international student from the University of Oregon. Stacy’s life growing up was different and a little bit similar to to how other people in the US grow up.

When you hear someone say “coming of age” you think of new responsibilities and expectations, that come with milestones of a certain age group. There are different ages that have different expectations, becoming a teenager, society expects that you accept more responsibility and that you are able to care for yourself in most situations. The ideals that society creates and expects us to follow often increase in responsibility as we grow older.

For as long as society can remember children have been captured, threatened, and contorted to fit the needs or wants of their captor. Every year over 20 million young, innocent children are captured, this leads to a massive hole in many parents hearts and households. The captors of these children lull the children into a false sense of security. Often times the captors are someone the child has met before, parents, neighboors, old family friends. They believe they have the child’s trust and lead them to days, weeks, months, years of despair. Children grow up too fast in these situations and they cant have a childhood when they spend half of it in the trunk of a car.

Growing up, like most children, I had a very wild imagination. No matter where I went or what I did, I was always asking questions. The urge to know things would always get the best of me. Some questions I would get answers to, and some things people just could not explain to me. I know now, there is a lot of things in this world that do not have explanations, and I believe that not knowing those things are sometimes for the best.

Growing up I would do plenty of silly things with my older brother and sister. We were all two years apart and I was the youngest and my brother was the oldest. When I was around 7 years old I remember playing outside of my front house. We had a decent amount of plant bushes spread out in the front of my yard and the floor was filled with rocks. We would make up games to play to make the time go by and one day we decided to throw some rocks at the bushes. All three of us didn’t think it was a bad idea to all continually throw the rocks into the bushes and all of sudden we hear a big crack behind us. We looked at each other than at the car than back at each other. I then see my sister running in the house and my brother and I stood there frozen

I grew up messing up my life, I was young and careless. Making waves the wrong way, when I should’ve been handling my business. When you make mistakes as a young boy, it sticks with you as you grow and mature. As a young man i did those things that I thought was good as a young boy. That leads to you messing your situation up as grow into a man. And that’s what began to happen to me. Growing up I was with my parents and little brother. I learned early on to care for my young brother. As i grew up situations and events would begin to happen around me. Making me into the person now. From losing people close to me, to our family taking hits after hits. I should’ve been folded up, and broken down. But you have to represent the only way up when