Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Middle Child

The average kid goes to your average traditional school and learns as the average kid does. I look like your everyday average kid but I am not average. The average kid starts out in life meeting all the milestones, going to school, making friends, and moving on with their life in their average world. I, on the other hand, started out on day one not being average. I was born with a simple and common medical condition but because I was meeting all the milestones, like babies do, the doctor ignored my mom when she told them something was wrong. I was meeting all the milestones, except for one. I didn’t start talking when I was supposed to start talking. The doctor assured my mom repeatedly this was common in a fourth child because there were

Leaving home signifies a coming of age into the beginning of adulthood, they say that’s when you really start to grow up. I was around thirteen years old when when my mother and I left home. It was around that time that I realized I couldn’t be a kid anymore, I no longer had that privilege. Thinking back, it seems like a dream you’ve just woken up from that you only have a vague memory of.

You would never believe me if I told you that I had dinner with Barack Obama, but it’s true and I can prove it. Last summer, I was in a program called Upward Bound at Talladega College. We were in Washington D.C. for our end of the summer trip. There I was, staring at the White House through the tall, black metal gates. What a wonderful sight! Suddenly, three jet black vehicles pulled up behind our group. As, I turned around, I couldn’t believe my eyes! The secret service rushed out of the vehicles and made a path for President Obama to walk through to enter the White House. As soon as I saw him enter the big front doors, I jumped over the fence, and made a run for it. I immediately heard gunshots, so I started running in a zigzag path to

I really enjoy the show Born This Way. It was a wonderful and touching show. To the point where I think to myself that I was born blessed because I don't know how I would have coped if I was in their shoe. What can I say though these individual let us see through a different lens of life? To the point where I think to myself that I was born blessed because I don't know how I would have coped if I was in their shoe. I also got emotional throughout the show, but have times in the show where I was laughing none stop, have empathy for them and some that feeling of remorse within myself. They are such a group of hilarious people and you can see that they don't let anything bother them. The impact that I receive from this show let me realize that

Growing up had it’s ups and downs like when I loss my first tooth was a good time but when I broke my arm and busted my face open not so much of a good time pretty bad actually. Having to share the spot light with my older brother and younger sister wasn’t to fun being the middle child you don’t get noticed as much as you wish you did but you learn to have fun by yourself. I always was the odd sibling out being the middle child, I never got the attention that I had gotten before my sister came along so I didn’t like her when she was born and I didn’t like her for awhile actually she was annoying, stupid, loud, and a spot light taker. Now me and my brother before my sister was born we had all kinds of fun, we shot each other with bb guns, air soft guns, and we went fishing, jumping off roofs and porches it was fun with my brother I enjoyed the time with him an not so much my sister.

What was your ten year old experience like? Mine consisted of traveling alone to Mexico to visit my Grandfather throughout summer vacations. Traveling alone was something most of my relatives did at that age, it was an opportunity to visit the country their parents had grown up in. At first, my mom was skeptical. The thought of leaving me alone on a plane surrounded by strangers while being ten thousand feet in the air terrified her. It prompted her to call me every hour to see how I would be doing. Living as an isolated ten years old who stayed home all day playing video games, I would view this trip as a chance to get out of my comfort zone. At the same time it also terrified me, the thought of leaving the country I grew up living while experiencing a completely new atmosphere that is unfamiliar to me, had me shaking with excitement and anxiety. The morning of my flight I woke up anxious. As I stood up to walk towards the living room, I found my mom sitting on the couch with an anxious look on her face. Worried about making her feel worse I said: “Don’t worry mom, everything is ready for the flight.” She smiled, erasing her anxious look. Secretly, thoughts of getting lost at the airport or missing my flight had me terrified. I sat in my room contemplating thoughts of the new environment that I would be experiencing soon. I had never been good at stepping out of my comfort zone, but I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to do so. I knew that there was no going back,

Even though fine arts and music have historically been the possession of the powerful, wealthy, and highly educated, my family and myself have experienced some of both symphonic music and fine arts even though we are simply a middle class family. For all of my life, I have associated myself with being in the middle class, even though I maintain some poverty level values of stretching my money to make it go further and to save some money for the future and for emergencies. In reality, I believe that most middle class people tend to live by these values. Basically, we have some indulgences that we take part in on special occasions and we do eat out when we feel the desire, but not at ritzy, expensive restaurants—those restaurants are saved

Parents are the embodiment of child development and identity. They are the background of their progeny, a reality some may find difficult to accept. I was once amongst those individuals, struggling to accept the different clothes and cultural differences which set me apart from the rest of the class. My mother’s silk headscarves, flower-shaped nose piercing, and tan skin was enough to capture my classmates’ attention without any effort to hide their discrimination. As heads turned and whispers spread, no one bothered to recognize the maternal love she held as she surprised me with pizza during lunches and watched over me on my adventurous field trips.

It was a bright, sunny day and I was eating pizza inside with my beautiful girlfriend. We were trying out a brand new restaurant in Stuyvesant Plaza called Blaze Pizza. It was very good, crispy, thin pizza. She got pepperoni on hers and I got pepperoni, jalapenos, and artichokes on mine. Yum. After that awesome meal we were looking for something to do. Luckily, our friends Lindsay and Chris wanted to hangout. Chris and Lindsay are really smart, nice, and adventurous people. I’d like to think Sarah and I are that way too, but I’m not that smart. We get along with them really well and enjoy spending time with them. Chris recommended we go to a waterfall close to Rensselaer, which sounded like a good plan to us. Chris picked us up at my house,

Around the age of ten is when things started getting weird with me. Whether it was my personality or it was my physical appearance. Around this time is when I started to dance with my older sister Katie. I never liked it as much as she did. I hated the make up that we had to wear before we preformed, and I hated that you had to get your hair into this tiny bun on the top of your head. Back then I had no hair which made it ten times worse. After five years of dancing, I gave it up and started to focus on school more. Obviously with me not doing a single thing during that time period and being a very picky eater, I started to gain a lot of weight.

Think back to the time when you were eighteen. What category of kid would you put yourself under? The wild type? The rebellious and difficult type? Or the stay at home good kid? That is me right now. I have always been the good kid. Doing what every errands my parents wanted me to do. Cooking, cleaning, babysitting my two younger siblings, going to school and now working two jobs to help out even more. I am pretty content with my life and how things are going but sometimes my thoughts get to me. Usually when I'm sitting in the house alone I think to myself. And the same feeling always seems to come back. That sort of empty feeling. Like I'm running the marathon of life, everyone is passing me and I finally realize I'm stuck on a tredmil. It resembles the color gray. Dull, flat, but there is beauty in it. I hope. But for now its not much.

For much of my life, I’ve learned what it means to be the child between two siblings: conflict and isolation. Apart from the very earliest years, my older sister, Lauren, and younger brother, Sean, have been best buddies in the household dynamic. To this day, they spend much of their free time together, whether it be playing music, watching TV, or, most recently, going to a church separate from the rest of the household. Meanwhile I cocoon myself to my own specific interests and hobbies, and hanging with several very distinct friend groups that all reflect my differing personalities. Yet, being a brother to Sean rather than a sister offers a unique relationship that allows for differing hobbies and activities. Over the past few years,

My parenting style did not vary that much, I still provide Ayan with resources and with the support that she requires to thrive and develop. Aryan is 10yrs old now, and she can express herself clearly, So I try to realize her strength to show her how far she come. For example, Ayan is continuing to be a strong reader, and always seems to have a fiction book she is understanding. Thus, I encourage her by reading the same books as Aryan, and converse about some of funnier or more interesting in the book. I also try to see an Ayan’s weakest point so I can pull her up. For example, Music is the solitary thing that Aryan has a difficult time with. I do encourage Ayan to explore other Music, thinking that she may perform better at others. This

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

Becoming an adult is a milestone I anxiously awaited to arrive. It’s only second to turning sixteen and being able to drive. I turned eighteen recently and immediately felt like I was an adult, and I let everyone around me know it. My parents, however, were not amused and did not agree with me. Needless to say, the arguments began. In my frustration, I wanted to know, when will I finally be an adult? Did it happen when I turned eighteen? Is it when I move out of my parents’ house? Is it when I graduate from college and have my first grown-up job? Is it when I’m completely financially independent?