Personal Narrative: Growing Up

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

The mind of a six year old is full of curiosity, adventure, and ignorance; once that child grows up and matures into an adult, this mindset is then replaced with reason, logic, and routine I grew up to be the person I am today because of what my family has taught me, but also because of the events and experiences that have transpired throughout my life. I, as a child, did not did not grow up in an unhealthy environment. In fact, I was thankfully raised in an apt household which,painless, worry free, and loaded with family and friends that were constantly able to catch me before I fell. But like any family, there are ups and downs. Our family has had high ups and low downs, but that never changed our family. One event however, did shake the

When writing this paper I didn’t realized all that I went though during my life. I do remember that I grow up to soon. I was in charge of my younger sister pretty much all the time. At the age of thirteen I was babysitting her and I had to learn to do grown up things because my parents didn’t know. My mom doesn’t know English so she made sure that I knew how to do everything for so it would be easy for her. I don’t mind that I think I grew to fast because I knew from a young age what good and what was bad. I didn’t do anthing reckless in high school that I could have regreated in furture, which im thankful for. I’m happy that I grew up in a Bilingual household because I love being open to other cultures and I love mine it makes me different.

While big events can make major changes, little events define how we become as adults. My earliest memories is at a five year-old. It is one spot where I have been to, in my thoughts, more than any other has. In this memory, it was evening, as I stood on a dirt path. It was an unpaved driveway for the church parsonage.

Growing up it was hard being your own person with a twin attached to you, but that didn’t stop from trying. When I was little I didn’t have a clue what the world my parents were trying to protect me from. They tried to cover up the fact about their finical issues and about their jobs. My first day of school ever was with me crying saying I wanted to go back to my mom, making any excuse to get out of school. In 3rd grade I wanted to join the basketball team mostly because my sister was in basketball, but they told me I couldn’t join basketball until I was in 4th grade thus the beginning of my athletic career stared in fourth grade.

When I was young, I had to grow up fast. My dad was out of my life since I was very young. I grew up around my mom’s friends. I always tried to act older and be mature so I didn’t annoy them with the fact that I was still a child. I wanted to try and be like them since I knew that they were good people. I feel like I never got to really be a child, even though I did. I was super spoiled and was the only child. Life couldn’t get any better for me since I was mature and had everything I wanted. It just would’ve been better if I could’ve acted more childish and not so uptight.

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.

Continuing and improving my personal development is also a meaningful goal I have. Attending the University of Connecticut would help considerably in connecting with people from diverse backgrounds and with different perspectives. Learning about others, and myself, has always been an interest of mine, and UConn has a plurality of distinct nationalities, cultures, and philosophies. In addition, I also wish to learn more about myself. Since I learned how to read, I would read about science. I would dream of becoming a scientist and discovering things that will help people across the world, although it always seemed to be an unattainable goal. Now I see that this is not true and that any obstacle can be overcome with passion and a strong desire

​ As I began senior year, I embarked on a journey of transitioning from childhood to adulthood. Even though i was about to turn 18 and on the verge of applying for college, I still felt like a kid. I wanted nothing more than to become and feel like an adult. I was tired of being a kid. I wanted all the perks and respect that an adult had. I wanted to sign my own legal documents . I wanted to be able to live on my own. I wanted to buy and place a car under my own name not my parents. I was tired of relying on my parents .

“Whether your pregnancy was meticulously planned, medically coaxed, or happened by surprise, one thing is certain-your life will never be the same”(Catherine Jones). Multiple women have experienced the wonders of pregnancy, for some the labor process may have been the worst time of their lives, and for others it may have been all smiles and rainbows. Both way after the long hours and constant pain a child is born and the parent’s lives are changed forever. In this article I will focus on the birth of my younger brother for which I was present. I chose to focus on my younger brother Junior Frederick because three months before my birth my mother had just arrived form Saint Marcs, Haiti. She did not understand much of America and when I questioned

What does not kill you makes you stronger. That is what were told from childhood to adolescents. During this time in our lives were faced with trials and tribulations that test us as individuals. This allows us to grow and bloom in to the strong young adults we are expected to be. We have all been there and passed these obstacles. My story is unique, but falls in the same path of success. I, along with many of my peers, struggled with self-esteem and having a positive imagine of myself.

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?

There comes a time in most of our lives where we have to find out things the hard way. Growing up as a child, I have always tried things. My mom would tell me several times not to do something, but I have always done the opposite and did things my way. My mom would always tell me, “Girl your head is hard as a rock”, “You are going to learn the hard way.” However, I did listen to her, but I did not care to do as she said. There was a car accident involving two of my friends. One of my friends has always told my friend the driver to never drink and drive, but my friend the driver did not care to listen until he was in a serious accident. Although, he lived, but this taught him a lesson not to drink and drive. He learned his lesson the hard way.

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.

In the past two weeks I felt like I have matured from a teenage boy, to an adult that has responsibility. I felt this way because two weeks ago on September 12, 2017 around ten o'clock my father passed away due to cardiac arrest. When my father passed away there were many thoughts going through my head. I didn’t know what to think. When the doctors and nurses were giving cpr to my dad my mind went crazy, all I thought about was what is happening to my father, will he be ok