Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Kid

After I got my permits my mom and dad started to let me drive the car more and take them places when they aren’t feeling like driving. When I got my license they began to send me to places alone to go get stuff for them that they needed. The first place they sent me was to Bogalusa to go meet up with my sister at her job at citi trends. I knew where and how to get to Bogalusa because I been there so many times, but the only thing I couldn’t remember sometimes is where my sister job was at. So every time I was to make it to Bogalusa I would call my mom or my sister to give me directions. The next day the whole family wanted to go out to eat somewhere at a restaurants to celebrate me for passing my driver’s license test, but the only thing about was that I had to drive the whole time and it was supposed to be a surprised for me. I had to drive all the way to Hattiesburg to some restaurant I never been to before. The food there was good and I had really enjoyed myself. That was one of the best things to happen to me in my life. All I got to say about driving is that it was the best of the best thing to ever happen to

I sat there nervous , thinking this is it I have to do this ,It's now or never . I can feel the sweat coming down my forehead ,my hands also sweaty as I gripped the steering wheel.My shot at getting my drivers license was finally here . I can feel the driving instructor watch my every move . But let's go back a couple of weeks to the one day I decided I was ready to get behind the wheel . My 15th birthday , in my culture when a girl turns 15 they are coming into adult hood and there is a big celebration called Quinceañera. I was not to happy with the celebration all I really wished for was to have my own car . My parents on the other and it being tradition they didn't really ask for my opinion . After all what teenage girl didn't want to have

On Friday, March 4 around 2:15pm my friend Iris and I decided to drive around to look for a park with children interacting to start our observations. We visited around six parks that varied on their components and locations but had no luck of three children interacting with each other. Most of the them were empty and the few other ones had a few children interacting more with parents or by themselves than with other children. At this point we reasoned that children must be in school causing the parks to be empty.

On the day I turned sixteen, I was very excited to take on more responsibilities especially with being able to drive. I was given a Toyota Corolla on Christmas Day and it was my first car that I was able to drive immediately. However, me and my parents made a deal that they would pay for car insurance and I would pay for

The girls were feeling better the next day after a good night’s sleep. Both were still red, but not as painful as last night.

Growing up as the middle child, having an older sister and younger brother, one would think that being in the middle, one might gradually gravitate to the older sibling, because of the older sibling being the same sex as you are, such as playing with dolls, dressing up the dolls or simply playing dress up with each other; however, that was not the case. I admired my sisters admirations of wanting to have a close relationship with me, the mere dream of having someone to dress up, to braid each-others hair; came to mind at times, but running around in the mud and playing sports was more appealing and more that meets the eye. Growing up I gravitated towards my brother, we were one grade difference in grade school, and only eleven months apart in age. Hanging out with my brother was awesome, similar friends, similar age groups, we all enjoyed running around, getting muddy, or simply the art of video gaming. Back in the day the computer game The Sims was quite popular as well, we both enjoyed playing that for hours, instead of doing our homework and focusing on our studies, not much worry for a pre-teen to teenager at that time. Then there was that time in grade school, my father would drop off the three of us to the morning care at the school prior to school starting, the morning-care took place in the gynmasium at the school. I distincively remember my brother and I would bring our Pok'emon cards to school and pull them out in the morning, to try to battle with the other students, and one day that

Honestly my childhood did not go so well when i was little, I didn't have a precious childhood like some of these other kids had, Because when i was about 1 month old, my momma was on drugs and and she brought me to my grandma’s front porch and knocked on her door and told her here take her because i'm living in my car, and i can’t take care of her, all i had on was a onesie and some socks on, when it was winter, and so my grandmother took me, and i grew up with her every since.

It was a cool summer morning when my dad, Alfonso, and I were driving out to Marion, ND listening to my favorite Aerosmith CD. It was a quaint little town overshadowed by the looming grain elevator and bins in the center of town. My dad is a sub-contractor which means companies contract him to do jobs for their clients. For this job we would be atop a one hundred and twenty foot tower with no harnesses. When I found that out i was definitely a little worried.I was only fourteen and didn’t have too much experience high heights. However, I was with my father so I knew nothing would go wrong.

I can’t believe this is happening again, I think to myself, as I follow the small, chunky social worker, Elena, to her white Toyota Camry. “Are you sure I will be able to come back? I’m only wearing my pajamas.” I asked, as I walked hesitantly down the driveway behind her, staring at the back of her head wondering if she would have the decency to lie to my face. “Yes, of course, we are just going down to my office to finish up some questions and sign some papers,” she said as she opened the passenger side door and looked briefly at me before she scurried around to the driver side and hoped in. I slid into the pleather seat and couldn’t help but think, Lies! Come on I’m 16, I am not a child. I mean that’s why you’re taking me right? You know I haven’t been a child for a long time now. Before I could look back at my house Elena had taken off, away from my

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.

I never had a desire to have a car since I always had friends who were able to pick me up. I also had my mother who loved me and would take me to the movies, mall, and restaurants so I could hang out with my friends. As I got older, I started to notice that I was in need of a car; I didn’t want to ask for rides anymore or ask my mom too take me to places. Little by little the access of me having friends to take me places was diminishing, and my mom was coming home from work extremely tired. It was time for me to step up and have more responsibilities and stop depending on others. At last, my time came to get my first ever car.

Growing up I was raised by my mother and great-grandfather; my father was never involved and still isn’t presently. Since my mom was a single parent she was always working late at night and my great-grandfather would take care of me. He was a strong, stubborn man who loved everyone with all of his heart. However, he was dying of two arduous cancers; esophagus and colon. I was well aware of what was happening to the only father-figure in my life but I tried to keep his spirits up every day. I spent every day of my first 9 years with him and I regret that I didn’t spend more. Due to him being sick and passing away, I grew up quick. I was more mature than most of the kids I was around which inhibited my child-like character. Throughout middle

My sister is weight, but she has a pretty face and she short. All her life people put her down because of her weight. Because of what people think of her she has a low self-esteem. She been talked about so much that when her family tried to show how beautiful she really is, she just put herself down because she just don't believe

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

It was the end of another boring and somewhat terrible year of high school, my sophomore year to be specific. I had just recently passed my driver’s test after many failed attempts. I was the youngest person in my class and the only one without a car. I had been begging my parents for months for the car that I kept seeing in all the ads and commercials, but every time they would tell me, “You’re barely 16 and got your license by the skin of your teeth. You do not need a brand-new car, let alone a car in general.” They were right though,