Personal Narrative Essay : Growing Up In My Life

“What are we going to do! What about my graduation?” Linz repeats frantically over and over, as the daunting reality slowly sat in.

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.

Everyone has a story, some people have too many if you asked me, but one story has always stuck with me. Monique and I were standing next to a gigantic leafy tree hoping that the sub teacher wouldn’t make us run laps in the scorching hot weather. After running 4 laps we were exhausted, the teacher forgot about us and decided to run the humongous oval with the rest of the students. To make this boring, useless class a little bit more interesting, I started telling Monique that I’m an actual ninja. I exclaimed with excellent “Can I show you this really cool ninja/karate kid flip”.

When I was younger, I would often say “I will not be like that when I grow up!” or “When I’m a mom, I will not do that to my kids!” Much of my childhood was spent competing with others for my parent’s attention. They were divorced when I was three years old and constantly in relationships with others, which always took priority over time with me. My sister got pregnant at the age of 15 because she wanted to and that was something that I wanted either. She also battled an addiction to drugs throughout her life that I knew was not for me. With all the bad examples growing up, there were also some good things that I knew I wanted to be a part of me as an adult.

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.

One of my my family stories is that one time we went to las Vegas so the day before we packed our bags and we were going to drive there but before I had to help my little brother pack his bags because he did not know what to pack and then in one in the morning we all woke up and got ready to drive there and the reason we left early is because it was a twelve hour drive and when we got there we were tired from just sitting and just doing nothing for the twelve hours and they wanted to go play and they couldn't go without me and I was tired but I had to go because they told on me.

Growing up I was surrounded by people. People were the reasons I came out my shell, and why I blossomed into the person I am today. People at school, around my community, or even at home. The people that have come in and out of my life has shaped me to be the person I am today.

You know that friend that you try to ignore whenever they wave at you in the hallway? At first they were okay but now it’s embarrassing to be around them in public. The friendship sort of just happened and you don’t know how to let them down easy. Playing an instrument is a similar feeling, at least in my opinion. There’s a reason why I’m not as willing to let people know I’m in the band and play the clarinet. The clarinet isn’t even that bad and I’ve had some good memories in band but people don’t need to know that. They should know the struggle it’s been ever since the beginning.

Remember when we were young and all we could think of was growing up and getting to do ‘grownup’ things? We spent our whole childhood thinking of what we would do when we finally ‘grew up’, and here we are, almost completely grown up and we still haven’t made up our mind of what it is we will do when we grow up. We’ve painted this pretty little picture in our head of what it’ll be like when we eventually do grow up, and when it finally comes for the picture to be taken off the wall and put into action, it’s not nearly as fun as creating the painting.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

Childhood is being like drunk, everyone remembers what you did, except you. In the photo, I was probably four years old, sitting in the room with my grandfather, my two cousins and my elder brother whose face is covered with spidermen’s mask.

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

From the first time it never got easier. There were still times when my dad would walk in on me crying. Everyone has a heart break in their life. Mine just so happened to be the one I thought would never leave, and the one I had planned my future with. July 16th, 2016 was the first day Brandon came to hangout with me, and the day i knew would change everything for me. Honestly, there was no other excitement in the world that could top the way my heart raced that day. He pulled up to the driveway in a black dodge megacab. Not knowing what how the night would play out I quietly jumped in the truck and we started a very basic conversation and surprisingly we both couldn't stop smiling. We headed to champaign to go to the car demolition since his family was running in it. That night after the demo’s we went to his house and he had talked me into sitting down right beside him so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and of course i said yes. Looking back now I should’ve said no.

So, I started dating a boy from my school who was the same age I was, and I thought I loved him so much. This was my first relationship with a boy; I could not sleep, eat or study. I thought about him every moment. We were dating for a month, but he left me for my friend. I cried for hours that night, because I did not expect him to do such a thing, but I did not tell anyone how I felt: neither my mother nor my friends.