Personal Narrative: Emotional Transition To The Kingdom Of Childhood

Unlike most people, I did not get to be a carefree child for long. Even though I always said that I could not wait to grow up, now I wish that it all did not happen so fast and early in my life. From eleven to twelve years old—that would be the period I describe as the time I had to put my big-girl pants on and face the real, cruel and unwelcoming adult world. In that time period, I can specifically pinpoint two major events that ended my childhood: my move from Russia to the United States and the birth of my baby sister Toma. To some those might not seem significant enough to change someone’s life to the extent that they changed mine; however those events molded me into the person I am today.

Like many people everyone wants to find their calling and figure out where they belong. My parents moved to the United States risking their lives on a boat from Haiti but soon separated while in america . My mom did a great job raising four kids on her own and I being the second child took part in raising my two younger siblings. In elementary school I struggled in many subjects but excelled in art, when I finally learned to read and went to middle school my grades were high enough to have honors reading and social study classes and even apa classes in highschool. I continued to excel in a lot of my classes, turns out I was smarter than I thought and all I need to do was learn to read and have people who took the time to teach me.

I came to Ridge Family Center for Learning in second grade. On top of being “the new kid” in school, I didn’t know anyone besides my neighbor. She had been going to this school since kindergarten and I ate lunch with her and her friends everyday. One day, as I ate my usual PB & J, she said “Are you excited for the musical?” Apparently it happens every year, yet I was not aware of this. Naturally, being a little kid, I was excited and screamed “Really? I love watching people perform!” My parents loved musicals and took me to see my fair share of them. She gave me a strange look and laughed. “You don’t get to watch. We’re performing on the stage, silly!” My jaw dropped. All I could think about was how scared I was. I was about to sing on stage in front of 200 parents.

My parents would describe infant me as adventurous,happy,full of energy. When I was younger I had a habit of crawling out of the crib and opening doors and my have tried to invite the mail man in a few times. When I was just learning to walk I would always open the front door when the mailman came or when my grandma thought I had ran away because I had opened multiple doors in the house and later found me playing in the backyard and later would by door knob locks to keep me from opening the doors, I believe I may have been 3 or 4 years old at the time. My favorite stuffed animal was this light brown monkey with a darker face, brown marble eyes that my mom had gotten me when she took me to the Toledo zoo when I was 4 years old I used to take

I adore working with children. I devote a lot of my time to helping entertain and teach kids. My local church runs a summer program named ‘Sidewalk Kids Hours’ (SWKH). Through the past few years I have volunteered more than 150 hours to this program, as well as my local boy-scouts program. The majority of the time is spent preparing lessons, and creating props, instead of the two days a week we run the program. However, the majority of people who work with this programs are teens, so even though I am not working with children every day, I still enjoy every day I go in.

Hailey G. is a five-year-old girl. She is the second of three girls; her older sister is 13 and her younger sister is 3. She is half-Dominican and half Colombian. Her mother is from Colombia and her father is from the Dominican Republic. She has traveled to Colombia two times and went to the Dominican Republic for the first time in December 2016. When she learned she was going to D.R. she was very excited. She said that she had never been there and was so happy to go visit Abuelita. I reminded her that I used to live in D.R. before I moved here to the United States. When she came back from vacation, she brought my assistant, and I a souvenir. I really love the souvenir and it reminded me when I lived back home. Her paternal grandmother comes

Late summer of 2015, my dear friend, Rhonda Mannes invited me to Morning Glory Prayer at Dumas Christian Center, under the leadership Pastor James Elam. At each intercessory prayer service that I attended, I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. While in prayer October 2015, I heard the Holy Spirit speak so gently to “Step Out.” I didn’t know what this really meant; but I was being set up for something beyond my imagination. “Now to Him who is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly more than all that we dare ask or think [infinitely beyond our greatest prayers, hopes, or dreams], according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the

As adolescents, our brains are just starting to develop to help our bodies and our personalities mature. Hormonal changes in boys and girls include adrenarche, gonadarche, and menarche (King 2002). Adrenarche usually begins when a child is between the ages of 6 and 8 and controls skeletal growth, skin changes, and hair growth. Gonadarche contributes to the growth of genitals and breasts and menarche refers to the beginning of girl’s menses. Menarche comes later in the advanced stages. Although these phases of development happen outside of the brain, they are the first change that an adolescent goes through and the increase in hormones can cause mood swings and different ways of thinking.

It was the time for the transferal into adulthood, or at least to start acting the part. The days of just stepping through this thing called life—lackadaisically—were over. The playgrounds were morphing, but at the time I didn’t know into what. With new and anticipated responsibilities, things started to become a real pain in the ass and at the same time really interesting.

A well-known nursery has bright colorful and designed walls, drawers are filled with little onesies that make up the planned attire for the new born, and have wooden cribs with toys hanging from above. But, mine had plain, pasty white walls, I wasn’t wearing onesies, and my heating cubical had wires above my head instead of musical toys. This was my nursery and I couldn’t have been happier, despite being in and out of a hospital for the first four years of my life.

You could be the Hope, Help And give the kids the Home they need. Just imagine how much you would want a good home if you were in a foster home and you don't have a good mom and dad.

My mother and I did not have the best, mother daughter connection. We did not communicate as one would imagine. She did her things and I did mine, but one night something just wasn't right. As every normal day I would get up get ready for school come back home make food for my siblings do my homework and go to bed. That night it was all going so well until I got home, I was not feeling well, I felt anger within me and I didn't know why but my mother started screaming about some shoes on the floor some dishes and she just kept going and going I couldn't take it anymore, we started arguing so loud my siblings went to their rooms to hide I was so mad my teeth started chattering slowly and rapidly, a waterfall of sadness ran through my cheeks.

My father grew up in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Buffalo, New York. He shared a miniscule home with his two brothers, one sister, and their parents who were rarely around. His father was undiagnosed bipolar schizophrenic and his mother didn't have the means to take care of four children while their father resided in what they referred to as "The Enchanted Kingdom." Eventually, all four of them were sent to an orphanage and subsequently kicked around the foster care system, rarely getting the chance to see each other. Most people would see this as a set up for failure. Who could blame these kids if they fell in with a bad crowd or turned to destructive habits? In a strangely wonderful twist of fate, however, all four of them are now content and successful people. When I hear Malcolm Gladwell say that "… if you work hard enough and assert yourself, and use your mind and imagination, you can shape the world to your

​ As I began senior year, I embarked on a journey of transitioning from childhood to adulthood. Even though i was about to turn 18 and on the verge of applying for college, I still felt like a kid. I wanted nothing more than to become and feel like an adult. I was tired of being a kid. I wanted all the perks and respect that an adult had. I wanted to sign my own legal documents . I wanted to be able to live on my own. I wanted to buy and place a car under my own name not my parents. I was tired of relying on my parents .

“Whether your pregnancy was meticulously planned, medically coaxed, or happened by surprise, one thing is certain-your life will never be the same”(Catherine Jones). Multiple women have experienced the wonders of pregnancy, for some the labor process may have been the worst time of their lives, and for others it may have been all smiles and rainbows. Both way after the long hours and constant pain a child is born and the parent’s lives are changed forever. In this article I will focus on the birth of my younger brother for which I was present. I chose to focus on my younger brother Junior Frederick because three months before my birth my mother had just arrived form Saint Marcs, Haiti. She did not understand much of America and when I questioned