Personal Narrative: Coming Of Age Into The Beginning Of Adulthood

14 years of age and still growing. I would say that I’ve experienced being adult, but I’ve got 4 more years for that. What I have experienced is my coming of age,and transforming over my years of life. Typically, being the outgoing person I am today, you would think I’m an interesting person, doing a lot of fun things. I’m actually not though. Besides the fact that I’m a troublemaker and a person that doesn’t really make a lot of friends now that I am older. My only close friends are from when I was younger. I find it harder for me to make more friends now that I am in Highschool. I also find it easier for me to work better, harder, and more efficient on any of my school work. That’s just about me now. I’ll tell you how I succeeded on who I am today, and the obstacles it took me to get here.

A long time ago, I had decided to ride in the passenger seat. On one hand, this position is quite comfortable, easy and you can actually see the scenery pretty well. On the other hand, you don’t get to pick the direction where you’re going.

Change is the constant thing in the world. From infancy till now many dramatic changes take place in my life physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically intellectually etc.

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.

Growing up as a kid, I had a hard time focusing and staying still. I was fidgety and procrastinated everything till the last minute. Chores, homework, you name it, if it could wait until later, I’d being doing it later. I learned this terrible habit from watching my dad put off cleaning out our garage for the last 19 years of my life. So when I think of reading an entire book or having to write a paper, I immediately get a little anxiety knowing I won’t attack it piece by piece like I should. Pair this with a restless kid with an attention span of a rock and you can understand why I chose to play sports and video games instead of reading. That was until I found my first good book.

I'm going to be twenty-three in February, and only one more left I'm until twenty-four and then my brain will be completely developed, I can go into high-end strip clubs and be able to insure a Lamborghini plus my insurance should be at its lowest. Not that I plan on ever going into a strip-club or wanting a Lamborghini I have other things on my mind. Today I've decided to talk about adulthood and growing up in general. I don't see myself by any stretch as an adult because all my life I've envisioned adults as super intelligent human beings. A transformation that would allow foresight, judgement, decision-making, multi-tasking, and the end to assholes everywhere. What a fantasy I was living in, instead you're thrown, cradled or never make

Throughout childhood we all say “I can’t wait till I’m a grownup” or we’ve been told the excuses of “when you’re older, you can…” Something along those lines has been told to every child, a person under the age of eighteen. I certainly remember the those times. It usually occurred when my parents and I were in our local King Supers and I began begging my mother for the king size recess peanut butter cups. Begging and pleading as though I was going to die if it didn’t get paid for and they each no followed another plea finally ended with her saying “When you’re grown up and have your own money you can buy as many as you want”.

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

I think that I have grown as a student and a person as a whole. Emotionally I have matured so that I don't take everything so serious, I don't get upset over things I don't need too. I have become more responsible for example I take care of my items and do my homework. I have more knowledge now than ever before, this knowledge has helped shaped me to who I am. Over all I have grown greatly throughout the years.

I cannot believe that I’m so close to being eligible to retire. Wow! Retire…that is a word that I’ve longed to say to my manager! The only problem is that fantasy is scarier than entertaining now. Wait? When did that happen? It made me stop and think. I really have had a wonderful career what is next. I bit the bullet and started school to see what options are out there. I hate regrets, but I do wish I could have experienced college right out of high school. I cannot change the past, so let me focus on the now. I will say, school has been interesting. I did not expect was to have an assignment hit me in such a personal way.

I decided to try this out since it's hard meetwith my schedule. I'm very particular in what I'm looking for because the times I have dated , the connection wasn't all the way there due to being in different stages in our lives. I'm looking for someone that is independent, has a career and is over partying every weekend. Someone that is over the hook up phase and is looking at the big picture!

I wish I could switch with one child, but I feel like that’d be a sin.

When I was young, I had to grow up fast. My dad was out of my life since I was very young. I grew up around my mom’s friends. I always tried to act older and be mature so I didn’t annoy them with the fact that I was still a child. I wanted to try and be like them since I knew that they were good people. I feel like I never got to really be a child, even though I did. I was super spoiled and was the only child. Life couldn’t get any better for me since I was mature and had everything I wanted. It just would’ve been better if I could’ve acted more childish and not so uptight.

Growing up it was hard being your own person with a twin attached to you, but that didn’t stop from trying. When I was little I didn’t have a clue what the world my parents were trying to protect me from. They tried to cover up the fact about their finical issues and about their jobs. My first day of school ever was with me crying saying I wanted to go back to my mom, making any excuse to get out of school. In 3rd grade I wanted to join the basketball team mostly because my sister was in basketball, but they told me I couldn’t join basketball until I was in 4th grade thus the beginning of my athletic career stared in fourth grade.

This was at an early stage of my life, I was just about start 4th grade. I had just gotten a group of friends that I felt like I had a real connection with. A group of friends whose company I enjoyed, and that enjoyed my company as well. I also had most of my family within an hour drive. Then everything changed when my dad said he had gotten a job in Oklahoma.