Personal Narrative : My Experience As A 10 Year Old Experience

I remember that day as if it were yesterday, the day I had to testify against my real father. There I was, so young and scared, all eyes were on me making me even more nervous than I already was. I just wanted to back down and run away, but I knew that was not the right thing to do. I had to be strong and face my fears because that is the only way things will get better. I made sure to keep in the back of my mind that this would be the biggest thing I would ever have to do. If I did, everything else would be like a little bump in the road, nothing I can't handle. This event was one that started my transition from childhood to adulthood.

Aristotle once said that “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” While other children grew up amazed by the night sky and all its wonders, I grew up captivated by the orchestration of the tiny universe within each and every one of us. Throughout my life, I am constantly mesmerized by the human body’s uncanny resilience against adversities. What fascinates me the most is the body’s ability to constantly overcome obstacles in its battle for survival. The intricate and interdependent symphony of our inner machineries working ceaselessly, enabling us to not only survive, but also thrive fascinates me unlike any other fields of knowledge. Yet, despite the body’s best effort to maintain this inner harmony, there comes a point when it can no longer burden the stress placed upon it. I learned this harsh reality through my father’s battle against his chronic kidney diseases.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

When I was nine, I went away to sleepaway camp in Maine for the first time. Camp Winnebago would be my home for seven and a half weeks, and I was only going to see my parents for one day in the middle for Visiting Day. As excited as I was for camp, I was really, really nervous to leave home for the first time for that long.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

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.

Ever since I was little my life has been changed. It all started when I was 8 and woke up to my parents fighting. They were throwing things at each other, calling each other names, and hitting and pushing each other around. I went outside of my room to go to the bathroom and saw my birth mother, Katie, laying in the floor with a pool of blood by her head. As soon as i saw this I went back to my room and pretended that i never saw anything. I tried to go to sleep, but I found that unbearable. The next morning I was getting ready for school and I noticed that my birth mother wasn't there. It was then at the moment that I realized that she was never coming back. I continued on with my day and when i get home later that day my father wanted to

This passage reminds me about a pen pal that I used to write to every month in grade five. However, when I was in grade seven, I lost contact with her as I didn't receive any letters back from her for over a year. Even though she stopped replying me since grade seven, I still continue to check my mailbox every day hoping to receive a letter from her one day just like what Liesel did in this passage. Also, for the first few months, I would always be worried about her and wonder what has happened to her. As a result, I had many sleepless

I chose to sit silent in my balcony and observe the world around me. The very first sound I heard was the joyful chirping of the birds, which almost sounded like a smooth and connected melody of an orchestra, with birds taking turns and following a certain beat to their chirping. This was followed by the harsh mechanical noises of the vehicles that surround us, ranging from engine whine, raspy exhaust notes and hissing sounds of buses stopping by. What proved to be just a nuisance at first to the sounds of nature that I was expecting, turned out to be a nostalgic experience for me. Those sounds reminded me of my childhood, waiting downstairs for the bus to arrive and take me to school. Moreover, the vehicles whizzing past me with a diminuendo dynamic to their sound that faded away slowly acted as a reality check for me, reminding me that my days as a worriless child have long gone.

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

Growing up in a predominate white town served a huge challenge for me growing up. Yes, my mother has as much diversity as a blank sheet of paper and my dad is black, but even though I am biracial I have never felt too deeply connected with either side growing up.

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 I did not have what most people consider a normal family. I grew up in East Texas with a drug addict for a mother and a older gentleman for a father. My family was greatly affected by my mother's drug addiction. Even though we did not go without the necessary tools to survive there were major aspects that come a long with growing up that I missed out on. While my mother never actually harmed me or my siblings her actions had a negative lasting effect. While I was the middle child I was the most mature one so therefore when my mother would leave on her drug binges I had to step up and take her place at a young age. Having to step up at such a young age made me mature at early age which caused me to act out once I was older

When I walked that day into the school, I felt hatred from the surroundings. Teachers, students, and counselors looked at me like I’m the enemy. It wasn’t literally that, but that’s what I sensed. My experience in the Elementary school and in the middle school was daunting. I wasn’t a student that wanted to learn, educate, and enhance. School was a nightmare for me. I hated to go there nor even do anything that is related to it; It didn’t mean anything to me. I lacked improvement, and self-assurance, because I used my life for joyfulness and dissipate. The absence of good grades made my relations with everyone defective and I didn’t feel jubilant with it, until that day came.