Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Middle Child

I know longer need my parents to always tell me what work I had to do. I learned that to get where I wanted, I had to do the work that came along the way. This supports the idea that when I was growing up I needed more support, but now that I am on the right path I need less support to keep me on that

Life experiences shape and mold us into the people we are today. These experiences form and create our opinions on everything we see in life. Everything from our family to society heavily influence our perspectives, whether we realize it or not. Experiences directly make up our perspectives.

As clique as it may be, my parents are my two biggest teachers. I won’t go to the extent to say that all I’ve learned is from them, but I will admit that they have heavily impacted my life with their teachings. I think that the best teachings that they have shown me, were ones that they unknowingly taught me. For example, my mother has taught me how to be strong and handle any situation that approaches and

After embracing the differences and understanding their perspectives, I could notice small happy events and appreciate what is around me. Talking often with them about where we are heading toward and what I want to do with my life, I realized what I truly want to be. Both my parents deeply affected me the way I think and behave. Although I do not always agree with them, I am very thankful for the skill they trained to critically think and learn so that I will be able to succeed later in my life.

Being the third children always had an impact on how I felt growing up. My older brother was smart and naturally received a lot of attention since he was the first child. My sister has been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease which constantly requires a lot of attention from my parents. As I got older, I had to find a way to differentiate myself. Besides my schoolwork, the only way that I could stand out was to play a sport. Being able to play the sport nicknamed “The Game of Failure” changed my perception on how to react to life. No matter how many times I failed, I kept going.

As a child I was always incredibly influenced by the people around me. I distinctly remember several instances where the comments of others have fueled my passions and ambitions for years to come. My likes and dislikes have not always been my own but they are a byproduct of the ways others have been looking at me my whole life. I am not a person decided by my own choices and wishes but a canvas painted on by hundreds of different artists.

Through Out elementary school I was bullied. I never really wanted to tell anybody, because I figured no one would believe me. They only saw what what on the outside of me which was a pretty, little, intelligent girl. Every time I got on the bus I was scared because, every day they would make fun of me. I used to think’’ Is it my hair, the way I dress, or are they just making fun of me.’’ Every night I told myself I was ugly and no one liked me. Then eventually I just stopped talking to most of my friends. I lost most of them. When I came home from school my step-dad used to ask me “How was your day?’’ I just said good and went upstairs and cried. I just felt like their was’nt enough room for me in this world. I used to even think my mom did’nt like me at one point. When ever I

I know I mentioned that my family and religion have influenced me tremendously, but those are not the only things that have impacted me. Through the experiences of talking to my friends about their relationships and learning from their experiences I became more educated. While answering the questions I did notice that some of the questions did not apply to me which I understood that there is so much more to understand and learn for me to grow as a person. That answering these questions helped me to understand how I became the person I am

I am a middle child. I am not the assertive, naturally confident first-born, nor am I an attention-seeking youngest child; I am the quiet, quintessential middle child. For the first 16 years of my life, I was always an afterthought to the craziness of my two sisters, and I loved it‒ it made me independent and self-reliant. I have always been very comfortable being the easy-going child, happily accepting anything that comes my way. Never have I felt that my parents loved me any less; they merely had to worry less about me than they did my siblings, with their stubbornness and constant desire for affirmation. I easily slid under the radar, preferring to mind my own business and handle problems on my own. There was never anything wrong with my

I grew up as a middle child of five siblings. Most of my parents attention went to my two little brothers and my older sister. Not getting much attention forced me to become more independent in my everyday life. I never got much help with my homework, but that rarely was an issue for me. I like doing things on my own because it gives me a better sense of accomplishment.

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.

Good morning! I hope you slept well, I might need a cat nap. Perhaps tonight Ill get back into the swing of going to bed before 12, JEREMY you know I literally stare at your picture going to sleep. Once you are in bed the laptop stays in the living room. I did figure out I can zoom in though. Have you ever tried to cuddle with a laptop? I might count the blocks on your shirt if I get bored. I couldn't move up my appointment next Thursday to this Friday. blah.

Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.

The growing up process is all about messing up and learning from your mistakes. I don’t think the amount of mistakes you’ve made determines your character but rather how you learn and grown from them. People tend to learn a whole lot during the teenage years and I certainly did.There were a few situations in particular that I definitely think I learned from.

Middle school was a mess. Puberty was punching me in the face. I was emotionally unstable (still am), awkward, clumsy, and lengthy. I wanted to fit in and be well liked. 6th grade year is comical now that I look back on it. 7th grade I was still struggling with school. 8th grade year was the year I started doing really well in school.