Personal Narrative: Destroying My Childhood

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

If you really want to know about my traumatic childhood, it all started in a small town outside of Philadelphia. I was around 9-10 years old at the time and we lived about right in the middle of a forest. There was no clear patch of open field to be found. You would think there were many animals around too, for living in the middle of nowhere, but the coolest thing you 'd find was a lost deer now and then. Anyway, the incident took place on a cool night in the middle of July. I was in my crappy two-story house in bed. I remembered the wind to be wild that night and of course the walls of the house were as thin as paper, so it sounded like a tornado was forming outside. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I went to get a glass of milk.

I grew up in a messed-up environment as a child. On my mother's side of the family, no one took care of their children. Most of them even gave up custody of their children. They all were alcoholics and cared more about the men they were sleeping with more than their kids. They all were welfare and s.s.i. recipients and dated people who were on their same level. On my dad's side of the family, they are all rich and stuck up. My great grandfather opened a computer graphics company when computer graphics first came out and the business was successful. He allowed his grandchildren who lived in the Virginia area to work there as well as made sure they got an education in computers and graphic design. Through his business he also paid for his

When i was little i was a sweet child. I never caused any trouble. I never bothered anybody, I even made straight A’s. But that all changed when we moved to a new neighborhood. When we moved it seemed like a good place at the time. There were kids my age, there was a playground. I thought it would be a great place to live. They first day we moved to our new neighborhood i didn't come outside. I didn't come out that second day or the third the fourth. I was to busy playing games to bother to go outside. It was the fifth day when my mom said “How do you expect to make friends if all you do is stay in there house”?. I said “Yeah, your right I guess ill go outside”. So I went outside roughly about 12 kids were outside playing on the playground so I jumped right inn and started playing to.

At three years old most toddlers have nothing to worry about, but for me – I had some big shoes to fill, so big that I struggle today to amount to all that is expected of me. Most children in my town are raised with the typical two parent figures, but for me all I have is my mother. My dad took it upon himself to leave her with the difficult task of raising three kids under five years old on her own. Although some may look at this as a sad, dysfunctional childhood, I wouldn't change it even if I had the choice to, and here are my reasons why:

I have many things I care about to much for it to get ruined. If my house was to get ruined, there are some things that I would get because they when something really special to me. In all reality there are some things I will just leave because they have no value to me. But on the other hand I have a few things I want to have and will always want. They all have a meaning to me and will always be apart of me in very way. So, here are some things I feel like that are important to me.

What was your ten year old experience like? Mine consisted of traveling alone to Mexico to visit my Grandfather throughout summer vacations. Traveling alone was something most of my relatives did at that age, it was an opportunity to visit the country their parents had grown up in. At first, my mom was skeptical. The thought of leaving me alone on a plane surrounded by strangers while being ten thousand feet in the air terrified her. It prompted her to call me every hour to see how I would be doing. Living as an isolated ten years old who stayed home all day playing video games, I would view this trip as a chance to get out of my comfort zone. At the same time it also terrified me, the thought of leaving the country I grew up living while experiencing a completely new atmosphere that is unfamiliar to me, had me shaking with excitement and anxiety. The morning of my flight I woke up anxious. As I stood up to walk towards the living room, I found my mom sitting on the couch with an anxious look on her face. Worried about making her feel worse I said: “Don’t worry mom, everything is ready for the flight.” She smiled, erasing her anxious look. Secretly, thoughts of getting lost at the airport or missing my flight had me terrified. I sat in my room contemplating thoughts of the new environment that I would be experiencing soon. I had never been good at stepping out of my comfort zone, but I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to do so. I knew that there was no going back,

I don’t feel powerless or subjugated too often but sometimes I run into situations that I have no control over. It’s hard to sit back and have someone take over a situation but, it happens and will probably happen again, you just have to understand that them taking over is not permanent and it is temporary.

As I laid in bed, I dreamt of a wonderful, beautiful land, a land full of creatures like unicorns, fairies, mermaids, pegasi, and butterflies the size of your head, along with other surreal, but beautiful creatures. I continued to dream, hugging a pillow as I snored a little, still enraptured in the fantasy world I had created for myself. As I shifted my body around to make myself more comfortable, I suddenly felt something strange and wet. I opened my eyes, waking up from my dream. I felt something wet between my legs, and I thought that I had probably wet myself on accident. In my curiosity, I lifted up the bedsheets, and my eyes widened in shock and horror when I saw a massive patch of red blood between my legs. I threw the bedsheets

Have you ever had a problem finding your way to a place with the GPS? Nowadays, technology has become a necessary evil because the uses of them have both advantages and disadvantages. For instance, computers enable us to get work done easier and faster. But, on the other hand, the use of these technologies can reduce the ability of human thinking. This reminds me of the anxiousness that I went through in order to get to school. It was springtime, schools had just reopened for another semester, and classes had just begun. Unfortunately, Manassas was where my campus was located, and that was my first time I had to travel to that campus. This journey made me felt there is no short way in life. However, I realized my frustrating journey had just begun.

I'm composing you this since it's opportunity sure things are talked about. I contemplated how and where we turned out badly as I looked over some old messages between you and I. When you were conveyed in Qatar, the legitimate answer is we quit being there for each other. We communicated such a great amount of adoration to each other and were so worried with the other individual rather than ourselves. As I read it dishearten to me to perceive how we made this bond amid our marriage to let everything come apart out of childishness. We both were experiencing self issues, I was pregnant you sent. I couldn't relate and being pregnant turned into all I contemplated. Which lead to feeling undesirable on both sides. It never sounded good to me why

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.

Never shall I forget that day, the first time I rode a roller coaster that made my day continue without a voice.

I always knew something was different about my son. So when he turned 9 - the year he was going into 4th grade - took him to a child psychologist, who referred me too a child psychologist who specialized in Juvenile psychopathy, and it turns out my son is a full blown psychopath. Whew!.. What a relief!

When some people look back on their childhood they see happy times full of family memories, traditions, love, and encouragement. When I look back on my childhood I remember drug abuse, visiting my step father in jail, going without utilities, and playing the role of a mother at the age of eight. I knew I was different from other children. I knew that my parents depended on me to play the role of an adult. They depended on me to get up every morning and get my brother and sister on the school bus. I knew they depended on me to go straight home from school every day so I could babysit. I would wake my mom