Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Young Child

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

When i was little i was a sweet child. I never caused any trouble. I never bothered anybody, I even made straight A’s. But that all changed when we moved to a new neighborhood. When we moved it seemed like a good place at the time. There were kids my age, there was a playground. I thought it would be a great place to live. They first day we moved to our new neighborhood i didn't come outside. I didn't come out that second day or the third the fourth. I was to busy playing games to bother to go outside. It was the fifth day when my mom said “How do you expect to make friends if all you do is stay in there house”?. I said “Yeah, your right I guess ill go outside”. So I went outside roughly about 12 kids were outside playing on the playground so I jumped right inn and started playing to.

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.

My son, John, embattled in virtual warfare, finds his spaceship commandeered by a rival. Such a manoeuvre strikes him as odd given the framework of a game geared to skill and ability rather than attack, aggression.

Coming from a family of four and living with only my mother has been very difficult. She has been my only parent figure growing up and I have overcome endless amounts of barriers and hardships. I am the oldest in my family and required to babysit. It is my responsibility to help her out by working with her at her job because she doesn't obtain much money. My mom works at a small cellphone shop where I help her manage inventory, make payments, and solve telephone related problems. I learned how to communicate with customers and gain people skills. It has been rough balancing life at home and at school. I had nobody to look up to and felt alone. Being first generation, I felt as if I was carrying the world's weight on my shoulder. College is

The years seem to fly by as you get older. Blending together the years only possibly highlighting the day you turn one year older. That moment for me was, in fact, my birthday and I could finally drive and four days later going to London. But the months leading up to that were chaos. Many people are busy throughout the year from start to finish such as sports, school work, looking at colleges, or even jobs. I was one of them; having plenty of things that would keep me busy - (most of what I liked to do like soccer, basketball, and spending time with my family and cousins, but some not so much like having the burden of housework chores).

I felt like some of you know me one way, others in a different way. Many of you don’t know my full story. So here it is. Growing up I was always bullied and yeah it hurt, but I got through it. I was just taking what life was throwing at me. I had anxiety growing up that led to depression in about the 7th grade. I just tried my best to deal with it. Growing up I always felt out-of-place, always wishing I was older and more independent. Once I got to high school I knew things would change. But never in the way that they did. It was an instant success, well the social part at least. Everyone wanted to know what I was doing and where I was going. And oh let me tell you I’m going places. Things were different in high school I had tons of friends. All my good ones

When I was younger, I would often say “I will not be like that when I grow up!” or “When I’m a mom, I will not do that to my kids!” Much of my childhood was spent competing with others for my parent’s attention. They were divorced when I was three years old and constantly in relationships with others, which always took priority over time with me. My sister got pregnant at the age of 15 because she wanted to and that was something that I wanted either. She also battled an addiction to drugs throughout her life that I knew was not for me. With all the bad examples growing up, there were also some good things that I knew I wanted to be a part of me as an adult.

Children oftentimes misinterpret things or misunderstand instructions. They usually have their out unique, and inaccurate, interpretation of things. When I was a child, I too, would misinterpret or misunderstand things. I had many comical misinterpretations as a child. One of these misinterpretations was when I misinterpreted the label on a shampoo bottle.

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.

In everybody’s life there is a point of your life where we have to grow up a little and be more responsible than before. When it was my time to grow up a little bit more I was only a 11 years old, I had to start to mature a little bit more and be able to watch my little brothers and stay home alone. Before this would take place my twin and I would have to prove ourselves to are parents that we are capable to watch ourselves.

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,

Growing up yes it happens to everyone. Each one of us grow like a rose from a seed to a blossomed beauty. As i was blossoming i realized that i didn't just grow up like that. Each day was a new adventure . All of us has had a few days that are still yet proud of to have accomplished. I as well had many successes throughout growing up

At the age of 12, I left my homeland Korea along with my childhood, friendships, memories, and identity. I landed on the black rock of Hawai’i in the middle of the Pacific Ocean under the blazing sun, on the other side of my former home. As I stepped off the plane, I stood bewildered, clueless to what the beautiful, tall lady with green eyes and blond hair was saying; I just needed to ask where the restroom was, but I only knew how to say "hi", "yes", and "no" in the language of this foreign land.