Personal Narrative: My Growing Up As A Kid

It was three days after my eighteenth birthday. It was a day of many firsts. I drove a long distance to place I had never been by myself. First time being introduced to my boyfriend’s parents. Also realizing you should always unpack your car after a trip. Signing my own paper work legally as an adult. Biggest first of the day was being in my first car accident. Never thought being an adult could be so difficult.

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

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.

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 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

It was a cool summer morning when my dad, Alfonso, and I were driving out to Marion, ND listening to my favorite Aerosmith CD. It was a quaint little town overshadowed by the looming grain elevator and bins in the center of town. My dad is a sub-contractor which means companies contract him to do jobs for their clients. For this job we would be atop a one hundred and twenty foot tower with no harnesses. When I found that out i was definitely a little worried.I was only fourteen and didn’t have too much experience high heights. However, I was with my father so I knew nothing would go wrong.

People have challenges, they have an obligation to overcome constantly, whether it be; school, the daily grind, going out in public, or simply making it through their day. Here is what I have overcome as a child all the way from when I was probably around 5 until I was about 10, so about five years. During this time, CPS came around about three or four times. Due to this, one time I was at an elementary track meet and I was about to go to my favorite event, but, before I could go to my event, I got called into a room considering CPS was there to talk to me. The principal got in touch with my mother and she didn’t have any other choice except to pick me up. As we were leaving, the man followed us to our house for the reason that he wanted to inspect the house. When the man left, my sister and I got screamed at by

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.

Just as the elevator door started to close, several young girls wearing black leotards and sporting bright pink jackets jumped in. The bedazzled dance logo on the back of their jackets with the emblazed word Middletown Dance caught our attention. Before we could ask them a question, the elevator had reached the ground floor.

“Gotta keep my head held high” Yes, this is a quote from the a Miley Cyrus song. As funny and immature as that may seem, as a ten year old girl going through a struggle that no kid should have to go through, they were words I lived by. Growing up was not as easy for me as it was for many other kids my age, moving from school to school every couple of years made it hard for me to entrust in people and made me believe that anyone wouldnt be more than just someone to talk to for a few years only to leave them behind in my memories. It was routine, it never fazed me that my life was different because I was fairly sociable and never had a problem making friends.

As the bright, golden sun lazily rose in the early morning sky, Bridgette Becker sat in her plush bed with her younger sister, Margot. The two girls were still very tired, as they had woken up much earlier than usual to prepare for arrival of some family members. Their mother had told them that a “family emergency” had come up, hence the sudden visit. As Bridgette slowly began to rise to clean and get ready, her mother burst into the room, looking very busy and frazzled. When her mother was like this, Bridgette knew to be polite and on her absolute best behavior.

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.

As a little kid I was so sneaky, that I really never got into trouble when I was kid. The only time I can recall playing a kicking game with one of my buddies. It was a on going thing we did in school, mainly just for fun. Not only did we kicked, but we was play fighting, or back then horse playing around, I know one day I kicked my friend in the crotch, I thought that was the end of

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