Personal Narrative: What Does It Mean To Be A Child

Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal

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.

I did not really like going over to my father’s house when I was younger. I was so used to my mother and her mom, I did not really know my father’s family. Every once in awhile I would have to go stay with my dad and his mother. I remember I used to cry for my Grandma Peaches (my mother’s mom) every time I had to spend the night. My nana said I even used to cuss at her because I did not want them doing my hair, or even picking out my outfit for the day. But once I got older, it got better for me being with them.

She had had her surgeries, making me feel helpless I couldn´t do anything. The fall months had came and this it when it hit me harder. She had begun to lose her hair and become weak from the intenseness of the chemotherapy. As a fifteen year old sophomore, it´s hard to overcome this negativity and adversity. Seeing someone you love and especially someone who has been there your whole life go through this kind of pain is not a sight you want to see; this makes you want to shut down, not do well in school, sports, and your soical life. All you want to do is make your loved one better and when you can´t it can be very defeating. In the months following my mom had always reasured me, seeing the women I look up to most fight this made me want to fight adversity just as hard. It gave me hope to see my mom in the stands during those cold football games, seeing her cheer me on even though it may have hurt. Then it gave me hope to see my mom there when I had won indoor state in track, breaking records and making my name, in the spring months. It gave me hope when when my mom had finished her chemotherapy and radiation and started to regrow her hair. It gave me such reassurance and a more positive attitude that even though she may not feel one-hundred percent she still acted like she did to support her kids and show the most unconditional love. She´s

Hailey G. is a five-year-old girl. She is the second of three girls; her older sister is 13 and her younger sister is 3. She is half-Dominican and half Colombian. Her mother is from Colombia and her father is from the Dominican Republic. She has traveled to Colombia two times and went to the Dominican Republic for the first time in December 2016. When she learned she was going to D.R. she was very excited. She said that she had never been there and was so happy to go visit Abuelita. I reminded her that I used to live in D.R. before I moved here to the United States. When she came back from vacation, she brought my assistant, and I a souvenir. I really love the souvenir and it reminded me when I lived back home. Her paternal grandmother comes

One sunny day in the summer of 2012, I was up at my Aunt Jenny’s house when I got the unexpected call from my grandmother. I knew that my mom had health issues but I thought they were all solved when she got the first surgery when she was 14, but I never thought that I was going to nearly lose my mom again from the same situation. It was hard to know that I could have lost her so abruptly. It was extremely hard to get used to my mom being in the hospital and having to learn what I was going to do next in life. I tried to keep myself occupied so I would not have to think about her in the condition she was in but that only made me more depressed than I was to begin with. I did not have any one to talk to about it and I just kept all my feelings inside because I did not want anyone to know how horrible I truly felt. I started to understand for what reason and why it happened when I met to my best friend of four years. Sophie is a big

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.

What was your ten year old experience like? Mine consisted of traveling alone to Mexico to visit my Grandfather throughout summer vacations. Traveling alone was something most of my relatives did at that age, it was an opportunity to visit the country their parents had grown up in. At first, my mom was skeptical. The thought of leaving me alone on a plane surrounded by strangers while being ten thousand feet in the air terrified her. It prompted her to call me every hour to see how I would be doing. Living as an isolated ten years old who stayed home all day playing video games, I would view this trip as a chance to get out of my comfort zone. At the same time it also terrified me, the thought of leaving the country I grew up living while experiencing a completely new atmosphere that is unfamiliar to me, had me shaking with excitement and anxiety. The morning of my flight I woke up anxious. As I stood up to walk towards the living room, I found my mom sitting on the couch with an anxious look on her face. Worried about making her feel worse I said: “Don’t worry mom, everything is ready for the flight.” She smiled, erasing her anxious look. Secretly, thoughts of getting lost at the airport or missing my flight had me terrified. I sat in my room contemplating thoughts of the new environment that I would be experiencing soon. I had never been good at stepping out of my comfort zone, but I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to do so. I knew that there was no going back,

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.

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

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.

Growing up as a kid, I noticed a reasonable difference in my life where my mind grew up faster than my physical body. Maybe it was the strict rules that matured me or the high expectations instilled in me that formed my personal character. Remembering those lonely walks on my way to elementary school through the heart of a developing Desoto neighborhood and those short friendships formed on the rusted playground detailed the beginnings of my childhood. The constant dreams of becoming a successful man in the footsteps of my father clouded my head as I laid in the bunk bed of my hopes that shadowed the doubts of my developing mind. Through the ticks of time, it truthfully told the struggle of confidence and purpose as I searched for a safe haven

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).

It was December 27th 1997, as the mother looked into her handsome baby’s eyes. A tear ran down her face as she realizes this is the first and last time she sees the baby’s face, the last time she will be able to strokes her baby boys face, the last time she gets to see those eyes open. As she realizes that she won’t be able to watch him take his first steps and hear him say his first words, dress him for his first day of school, never see him grow up into a powerful young man just like his father.

I remember when I was young and eager to explore the meaning and importance of being a Jew. I too was wondering why does this all matter to me and how does this have to do with my life? My child, don’t worry about not being able understand the Hebrew Bible just yet for it is extremely difficult to comprehend and interpret. Even adults still have trouble understanding the entirety of it. It is completely normal to have trouble grasping, or even questioning the meaning and teaching’s that the Bible contains. Now, you ask what is relevant to you today and why you should care about them. Although many teachings, almost all of them, are relevant to your life and the