Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Child

My life as a child started when I was born on August 26,1999 in Macon GA but, Juliette was where I grew up, and where my heart belongs. (I wasn’t a planned baby). I was the youngest out of three kids my brother, then my sister. I was an early baby so my Parents still didn’t have a name picked out for me. They decided on Makenna from God knows where but my middle name came from my mom’s best friend Leigh.

I showed up to school every day with my too-small shoes, my plain dress, and my messy hair. Two girls from my class took my brand-new crayons and broke them in half, telling me I wasn’t their friend. My eyes teared up and I tried my best not to cry. My lips trembled. I cried. My mom didn’t like when I cried, “Crying doesn’t solve any of your problems,” she’d tell me. I never really agreed with her. Sometimes forgetting your problems works.

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.

Hi Alison, my level of computer experience is advanced and I have wireless internet at my house. This is my second online course I started my first one this semester which is Developmental Psychology. I think the purpose of Collabrate Sessions is for the professor and students to connect which each other because that can be difficult with online courses. Im excited to learn the development of human culture and that brought my attention to this course. I can tie anthropology to my future career because I think its important to know the culture and history from which we as a society derive.

For a lot of reason such as culture and religion, it is very hard for me to watch, hear and accept it since I believe that “Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it”. Even though they are right what they said, I personal believe action talks more than a word. Kids and plants are the same, they both accept and take what someone feed them. Therefore, it is good idea to trying them to fight for their right through action, but not word.

One thing that was important to me as kid was Halloween. As a kid dressing up as scary characters and getting candy from like 5pm to around 9/10pm. Running around with my parents and saying trick or treat was a blast.Also seeing the older kids egging other people's houses.Sometimes the other kids would scar me with what they had on. While I was getting older I started getting less interesting in the dressing up part. I really just wanted the candy, but in order to get the candy I had to dress up. 2013 was my last time dressing up for Halloween. Now i just buy my candy at the store and get some of it from my sisters. This year I plan on going with my friends that go to Mundy's Mill high.

Growing up for me was quiet. I lived an average life, for example I would go to school, mom and dad would go to work, and we do it all over again the next morning. Nothing really changed until the beginning of second grade. After one week of second grade at a school I had been going to for years, my family decide to move. After we moved once we continued to move. To this day I don’t know why we moved around so much, but it caused me to check into a different school each month. I had changed five schools in less than a year.

I have always felt the need to connect with children, even when I was just a child myself. I remember the first time I looked into a baby’s eyes and saw all of the possibilities in his life ahead of him. From then on I was curious about how kids’ minds developed and how they grew into adults. I wanted to be around their innocence and sweet little personalities. It came so easy to me, bonding and caring for these kids. I never truly understood why I felt so drawn to children until I met Kumar.

Picture a woman sitting at the table with a baby in one hand, phone in the other, bills scattered around on the table, and a look of despair written all over her face. This was the image that I saw of my mother at the age of six, a struggling single parent taking care of three children. She walked around with a joyous look on her face for me and my siblings, but I knew that inside life’s reality was eating her away. Seeing my mother depressed because my father wasn’t in the picture was unbearable. Hearing her cry on the phone to my grandmother at night about how she can’t do it anymore was heartbreaking. Having to do everything alone greatly played a part on my mother’s emotions in a negative way.

My parents and I drove to Orange County CA. to look for a home to rent. One of the city’s my mother noticed, was called Garden Grove. She spoke to my father, saying, “That sounds like an excellent place lets drive over there and check it out.” After arriving there, the city looked like something resembling a fairy tale; it was like its name “Garden Grove” there were strawberry fields, orange groves, and avocado orchards. My father located a newspaper stand, stopped and purchased a paper, my mother turned to homes for rent in the classified section, she began scanning the page for homes. When she discovered one, they thought they could afford she studied the map to find the best route, and we drove to the house.

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!

On the fifteenth of January 2009, I sat with my nine-month pregnant mother, in our miniature one bedroom apartment, discussing the gender of her baby. I continually expressed my desire for a brother, who would share my interests of destroying toys; however, my mother insisted on a sister, believing she would counteract my vicious attitude. Debating for hours on end about every aspect the child exhausted me to the point of passing out. Soon, it approached my bedtime, 9 p.m., I quickly tucked in next my mother beginning to dream about the adventures I would encounter with my new sibling.

Recently they moved to a town named Harahan. she overheard her parents talking and heard her parents talking about Meredith’s dads new job. So she went to sleep and was thinking about what she heard and thought that maybe we will stay here for a while. She went to school and she was wearing black shoes, green collar shirt, with a skirt. Meredith walked into class and she was shy people started to call her names and laugh at her. Meredith walked home and told her parents that she didn’t like the school. She wants to go back to her old school with her friends. Her parents said but we can’t so she went back to school and she told the teacher that the kids were picking

Turning into an adult can be tricky especially if you’re too young. Josh had to turn into an adult extremely quickly. He had to be like a father to Joey and make sure he had all of his needs. This happened to me when I was 11 when my Great Grandpa passed away.

Being a kid seemed so easy. So consumed in your own imagination that nothing else seemed to matter, too busy to realize the reality. An occasional tear if hurt or scared. It was nice when monsters in the dark crowded dreams, only to soon disappear when you woke up. But there comes a certain age when you are thrown into the den.