Personal Narrative Essay : Life 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.

“The hardest part about growing up is letting go of what you were used to, and moving on with something you’re not.” Growing up can be fantastic. Growing up can also be scary. Many people do it on their own time. Others must do it quickly. Some have a nurturing family and a wonderful environment in which to do this. Others still are not as fortunate. The point is that everyone’s situation is different, unique. No matter how similar one situation may seem from another there are countless other things that affect how a child might grow up. One’s own life may seem perfect to those on the outside looking in when in reality, there could be a constant struggle that is known to few or even none. For myself, growing up was something that had to

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“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

I was just a toddler, when life was waiting for me in the near future. I was a daddy’s girl, and spent every second I could with my father. We were inseparable, as I was attached to either his blue jeans or Car Hart jacket. We did everything together. As for with my mother, I was too young to see through the struggle and unhappiness of her kind, beautiful eyes. It didn’t make any sense to me.

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.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

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.

I was born in Ukraine, in a small town called Makiivka. I grew up with my mom, grandmother, and twin sister. My sister and I would always run to school because we did not want to spend money on the bus, instead, we would buy our mother a memorable present on her birthday. We always wanted to impress her; in appreciation of her hard work. My everyday routine was simple. In the morning I was going to school. in the winter, the most exciting was running in the snow, when cold air plucks your cheeks and your eyelashes are covered with snowflakes. After school, my sister and I would go to music classes, where we sang and danced. With our music group, I got to experience the feeling of being on the stage and singing for people, which I still enjoy. After music classes, we would go home and do our homework. My life was not easy, but it was simple. I always wanted a dog, but my mom would not let us have it, do to living in apartments. Once, when I and my sister came back from our music classes, we heard something in the bushes. When we got close, there was a puppy, small tricolor puppy; We did not know to whom it belongs. The dog was very calm, at first we did not notice anything until my sister pointed at its leg. It was torn from the rest of the body, just barely holding the skin. I immediately called veterinary and explained all situation. He told us to take this dog to his clinic. Somehow, we tight puppy’s leg to his body with doctor’s instructions and took it to the hospital.

Up until that year, I felt like the only one in my elementary who hadn’t experienced anything drastically life-changing. I had loving parents to come home to every day: a dad and mom who embraced my unique qualities and would disregard their necessities solely to ensure my emotional, mental and physical security. I was blessed with a family that cared for me tremendously, one that I equally adored. Although my life was nowhere near the epitome of perfection, it was somewhat ideal in the eyes of many. The fact that I didn't know what it was like to feel unloved, burdensome, or secondary was incongruous with the majority of kids I attended school with. I was aware that I mattered while unaware that it was a privilege that I did. Even though I wasn't sure how or why I was important, my family guaranteed that I knew without question. I hardly had a clue at that moment that life would always be persistently fickle and unpredictable, ready to alter the possibility of your expectations for what is in store.

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.

When you think of someone who is a product of their environment, you may think of someone who steals because they may have grown up in poverty, or someone who abuses women because that 's what they grew up watching happen in their own home, or maybe even someone who was raised in a very strict home may have grown up to be a very straight laced individual. My story is a little different. My story goes deeper than how I act on the outside, my story is about the inner workings of my mind and how growing up the way I did has directly affected me as an adult person today.