Personal Narrative: My Growing Up For Me

I was slowly rolling up the street, sitting in the back of school bus number 741, for what felt like a normal Wednesday afternoon. I looked out the window as we entered my street and I couldn’t believe eyes. Little freshman me had my face pressed up against the bus window, desperately trying to comprehend why there could possibly be so many emergency vehicles in my driveway. The bus came to a stop, I ran to the front, and scrambled down the steps. I got off the bus, stopped, and looked at the 7 house walk I took every day to make it home. This walk I did everyday felt ten times as long and as I got closer and closer my vison started to blur, legs started to crumple, and all

14 years of age and still growing. I would say that I’ve experienced being adult, but I’ve got 4 more years for that. What I have experienced is my coming of age,and transforming over my years of life. Typically, being the outgoing person I am today, you would think I’m an interesting person, doing a lot of fun things. I’m actually not though. Besides the fact that I’m a troublemaker and a person that doesn’t really make a lot of friends now that I am older. My only close friends are from when I was younger. I find it harder for me to make more friends now that I am in Highschool. I also find it easier for me to work better, harder, and more efficient on any of my school work. That’s just about me now. I’ll tell you how I succeeded on who I am today, and the obstacles it took me to get here.

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

While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.

This resembled my childhood, in which I was never truly required to adapt to any changes. After my family settled in Knoxville when I was three, my sister and I were enrolled in the same school for our entire academic career. Similar to the plotline of Scooby Doo, my family and I followed basically the same routine every day. However, at the age of thirteen, any sense of stability that I felt was obliterated

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.

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.

Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.

Growing up as a kid, I had a hard time focusing and staying still. I was fidgety and procrastinated everything till the last minute. Chores, homework, you name it, if it could wait until later, I’d being doing it later. I learned this terrible habit from watching my dad put off cleaning out our garage for the last 19 years of my life. So when I think of reading an entire book or having to write a paper, I immediately get a little anxiety knowing I won’t attack it piece by piece like I should. Pair this with a restless kid with an attention span of a rock and you can understand why I chose to play sports and video games instead of reading. That was until I found my first good book.

I'm going to be twenty-three in February, and only one more left I'm until twenty-four and then my brain will be completely developed, I can go into high-end strip clubs and be able to insure a Lamborghini plus my insurance should be at its lowest. Not that I plan on ever going into a strip-club or wanting a Lamborghini I have other things on my mind. Today I've decided to talk about adulthood and growing up in general. I don't see myself by any stretch as an adult because all my life I've envisioned adults as super intelligent human beings. A transformation that would allow foresight, judgement, decision-making, multi-tasking, and the end to assholes everywhere. What a fantasy I was living in, instead you're thrown, cradled or never make

The growing up process is all about messing up and learning from your mistakes. I don’t think the amount of mistakes you’ve made determines your character but rather how you learn and grown from them. People tend to learn a whole lot during the teenage years and I certainly did.There were a few situations in particular that I definitely think I learned from.

Growing up I didn't have the most stable environment. When I was young my parents separated, and my mother had to work tiresome shifts at her job to keep us afloat. My two elder sisters had already entered their rebellious teenager phase and took up most of my mother's time. Since my mother was constantly working, the responsibility of taking care of me split between my family and a myriad of babysitters. Sometimes that meant my sisters had to begrudgingly drag me along with them on outings with their friends, and other times, it meant I had to follow my mother to work and wait patiently for hours until she finished. On the occasion that there wasn’t anyone available to babysit me, I stayed home alone.

As i was growing up my environment changed frequently every two years due to the fact that I was born into a military family. So we would move whenever it was time to move, but that never changed who i was. Moving became a strong habit that I had to get used to. Moving away from where I was borned and how I was raised. I was a country girl who was born in Portsmouth,Virginia but was raised in the country part of Suffolk,Virginia, where everyone was related and always happy to see you. Since I was raised in the country,I had to walk miles to our neighbors. And if we didn’t walk, then we would ride dirt bikes or four wheeler to meet up together. The older I became the further we would move. Which caused a huge impact in my life.

While growing up as the youngest child I depended on my parents and siblings for just about everything. I would always seek for help rather than doing things by myself. I had my father drop me off at school, which was literally a five-minute walk. I would even ask someone to fetch me water because I would be busy playing video games. My brothers assisted me in doing homework because I wanted homework done as soon as possible so I can go play. I would get angry if no one was around because I wouldn’t know how to do some stuff because I had others doing them for me. I was sometimes guilty when I had others to do things for me but I ignored my guilty conscience and continued. This had a very negative effect on me because I became very dependent

I chose to write about my own childhood. My story started when I was born on October 15, 1988 in Jacksonville, North Carolina to a then family of three Richard, Dana, and Karen. I was the second born and my sister was 3 and a half years old. I was born into a military family so I grew up in a few different locations. The month after I was born my family relocated from North Carolina to sunny Twenty-nine palms, California. My family lived there until I was about 5 years old until my father got a new duty assignment to Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania as a Marine recruiter. This is the place that I claim as my hometown as I lived there until I turned 18 and joined the US Air Force.