Personal Narrative Analysis

In my youth, I was like every other child, completely oblivious to the world round me and the hatred it contained. I was a happy little girl who was a little to clingy to her mother, all though that didn’t last long. I have no memory of my dad between the ages 2-4 considering he was never home. I had quite an imagination so I was always daydreaming which gives me trouble today considering I can’t remember what of my early childhood was real. My parents split when I was two so I don’t have much of a concept of how my parents’ relationship was, although now I’ve come to know that it wasn’t at all good.

My mother often says she felt that I never got to feel like the baby of the family because I quickly turned into her little helper with my siblings. At this age I was extremely shy. I had terrible separation anxiety any time my mother let go of me. My parents tell stories of my siblings running around at family parties, but I was always clinging onto my mother’s leg. My

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On Monday, July 24th, 2000, at 1:28 p.m., at St. Alphonsus hospital in Boise, Idaho, I, Lynzee McKay Misseldine, was born. I am the first born of two. Nothing worth writing down happened until September 3rd of 2001. That was the day my little sister, Maelie, was born. Eight days later, the 9/11 terrorist attacks happened. That is the first thing I can remember. I was holding my sister on the couch with my mom. She saw it on the news, and she called my dad. Mostly, I had a really great childhood. The biggest event in my life thus far, occurred on July 25th, 2007. My mom passed away the day after my seventh birthday. I am positive I could write a whole page about that day in particular. I could tell you about how I had slept on the floor the

My parents were poor, very poor when I was born. My baby sister was never buried or cremated she was just disposed of by the doctors. My mother never went on as far to give me the details, and I don’t like to ask her since it makes her cry. I have cried many times for my hair myself, although I never got to meet her I always imagined her looking down on me and I would hope that she is proud of me seeing that she’s my age, even though I may disappoint her often times. My mother fell into postpartum depression and my father wasn’t very helpful their relationship has always been traumatic and domestically violence to this day. I wasn’t a very big baby when I was born, but I looked like a baby boy later I began to look girly around the age of three. I was the most spoiled one out of my elder sisters, and I was very kind hearted. I cried over everything and anything. Don’t let my nice smile fool you I was always a daddy’s princess and I always got what I wanted. I didn’t know the word “No” that was foreign to me. Which I will admit wasn’t too good for me. However, I was really nice person all around I would wave to everyone and introduce myself to everyone I would

At first, my name was gonna be Mya, but once my mom saw me, she knew then I looked like a Teonia. Thus my middle name is Maria which gave me the nickname Rere. According to my mother, my Auntie Niecy tried to give me the nickname Kiwi. Later on, the months went by fast; before I knew it I had turned one year old. When I turned one year old, a whole different world was opened up to my eyes. When I was one, I started walking; I would move anywhere my little legs would carry me. Also, I used to knock over anything I could find and would throw bottles at my mom as well. My big sister who was 11 at the time, would have to sit in the backseat with me just for me to behave myself. Then afterwards came the terrible two’s when I started to talk from sunup to sundown; it didn’t matter if anybody was talking to me or not. Once I started talking, I just couldn’t stop; I even started singing then. One day my mom and I were visiting my grandmother, my Uncle Jessie asked, “Do you ever shut up?” Which was the era of me being two years old but next comes me being 3 years old. After this came when I turned four and five years old,things were much different the. I thought I would’ve started preschool at the time but I didn’t start preschool till I was about six years

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At the end of my Junior year, I watched all of my older friends work on scholarships and prepare for graduation. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to go to school for, and what they wanted to do after they graduated. While watching them, I began to reflect on the past school year, thinking back to the first week of school sitting in the locker room talking to to my friends about how we are ready to be seniors and figure out what we want to do with our lives. But, listening to all the seniors talking about their majors and schools, I began to feel nauseous. I had no clue what I wanted to do after high school. Was I supposed to have that figured out already? I then began to have questions thrown at me left and right throughout the summer.

When I was 18, I have had many experiences in my life where I was pressured to quit school. From not having the proper learning from educators to having blocking obstacles in the way for me to learn. Especially back in high school, I was always the student to ask questions if I did not understand projects or homework. I would never agree to something I was ordered to do and didnt know enough information to get it completed. As time went on in high school, I eventually gave up. I started to wonder why I was not paying attention to education but to something that had much less value, social life. I begin to realize that all of my friends have dropped out and had begin to live life. Not knowing dropping out of school would have affected me, I

I believe that opportunities that are not taken only open up more opportunities in the future.

My first event was when my little sister Makelle was born. There were a lot of things that led up to here being born. One night I had a fight with my sister so to help us to get along my mom pulled us aside saying that she was pregnant and it would help a lot if we could get along better. Then there was the ultrasound, my cousin Kaylee was babysitting us while my parent went to go get an ultrasound, then they would call Kaylee and she would tell us whether it was a boy or a girl. When we got the call we all huddled in the hallway in front of the front door where it was bright from the sun coming through the windows. We were told it was a girl and everyone was elated, except for me because I was really hoping for a baby brother, but I was still happy. Although I overdramatically fell to my knees, closed my eyes, faced the ceiling and shouted noooooooooooo. Then a few months later she was born at the hospital and my family and I all crowded around

was born on January 18th 1999 in Chicago Illinois . The most morbid thing about my birth is I was told I didn’t cry after my arrival to the land of the living. I guess that set up my parents for the strange kid I would turn out to be.I spent my early years in illinois in a two story house with a big beautiful fence that wasn’t white believe. Just like most people my childhood is a blur overall.However I will say this I had a sad childhood not in the way that most people did.I was alone as a kid. By my own choice. I had friends at school but outside of school never talked to them. While other kids were playing outside I was in my second story room playing on my Game Cube. As a kid I thought that’s what you did but in reality I was a loner. The thing I remember the most

On January 28, 2003 I was born. I was born early so I had breathing problems for the first few weeks of my life. When I was two I would stay with my grandparents half the time because my parents were very buys. My dad was never home because he was firefighter and rescue diver. My grandpa would watch me and take me places with him. I would always end up at my aunt's house or going on long scenic drives with them because they were bored. When I was three my parents took me to Ceter Point with family and we walked around just looking at the rides because I was too young to ride any.

I have always been more of a mild mannered person, I never have had much to complain about, I never act up, I never speak back, I never even think about anything ever so marginally rebellious. But with all of this, my childhood all seemed to slow down when I was eleven years old. Only able to tell you why I felt a very few of the ways I did to this day. I just know that these emotions were intense and that I, myself, didn’t even know what I was doing, or what was going on in my life at this time, many different things happened in a single year’s time.

I have awful memory, But I do remember a few childhood memories. I remember the most significant and memorable, maybe because I always hear my parent talk about it. . The most significant memory I have is my parents never being together. Before I could walk or speak my mother and father decided it was best to get a divorce. My father was born in Dubai. He moved to the USA but soon after his stay, He moved back. So he was not apart of the picture. It was my three siblings, my mom and myself.