Personal Narrative: Growing Up With A Military Dad

Growing up with a military Dad meant two things: I did wall sits and physical training when when I got in trouble, and I never stopped moving to different places. Having a Dad in the Army gave me the opportunity to move to different places, however I was also pushed to grow up at a faster rate than other kids my age. My childhood has given me so many things, good and bad, but the good definitely outweighs the bad. The Army has had a huge impact on my life and on the person I have become. This, ladies and gents, is my spectacular odyssey.
My grand, wonderful life began in a small hospital in Italy, my first ever home. From there, my parents and I moved to Fort Rucker, Alabama, which is where my younger brother Aiden was born. Then, we moved to Fort Hood, Texas, which is where I met my best friend in the whole world, Delaynie Childers. After that, we moved to Fort Polk, Louisiana, which had the best food and music hands down. This brings me to where I am now with our current station, Fort Bragg, North Carolina. You name somewhere, and the Winsteads have probably passed through for a bit. We have a pretty impressive record, if I do say so myself: in my lifetime, we have torn through nine different addresses and six different schools. I know, I know, we are pretty awesome. This may sound like just an epic road

Moving to different schools has taught me so many important life skills. I’ve learned how to adapt to new places and people and cultures. Being in these places has allowed me to experience different ways of life all around the world. Not only about the places, I have learned about people through my experiences. I now have life long friends all around the world. Along with learning about the people I come across, I have learned so much about myself and who I want to become as a person. Every person I meet has affected me and taught me a lesson, and I am who I am because of