My Personal Narrative: My Choice In My Life

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When I was growing up, I wanted to do whatever I could do to be the best. Whether it took me hours or days to practice, I practiced until I was the best. If someone was to do something better than me, I would go home and become an expert at it so I could beat them the next day. Never knew why I acted like this, maybe it was because my dad was into sports, or maybe because I had a little brother that was also talented. I had to show him who was the bigger brother. Baseball is another big part of why I grew up to be so competitive. Losing is not an option in my book. Being able to win was my way of entertainment. It cheered me up and put a smile on my face. Growing up being able to play and do whatever I wanted was the best gift I could’ve asked for, I was never forced to do anything I didn’t want to, for example, reading a book. Being able to pick what you choose to do with your life is always great, even when you’re a kid. Growing up I noticed that my parents were always trying to make me read, even if it was just a paragraph. I was not into doing this at all. I would rather read something that I liked reading, not something boring or lame that my parents just throw at me. Thinking about this, I guessed it was like this for most kids when they were younger. Even when you’re in school, teachers force you to read boring stories. You might not have any idea what’s going on, but you still have to read it. Students should be able to read what they want to read, this might have

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