Personal Narrative Analysis

I always felt very mature for my age, but that never made me feel like an adult. The moment when I first felt like an adult was when I started my junior year in high school. I had this overwhelming feeling of being stressed out with grades, sports, work and I did not know how to balance everything, it was a lot. Instead, I started to try and enjoy the little things in life the best I could and doing this seemed to make everything a little easier. When I learned how to enjoy a moment and not think about anything else is when I feel I became an adult.

I think the exact moment I realized this was during a time with my extended family in our backyard sitting by the fire. I looked around and there were people of all ages and from so many different places. There were people as old as ninety to a little baby, coming from homes all across the country from

The best part was that it is family and you can say whatever you want though it is mostly funny stories and some inappropriate comments, but we are so comfortable around each other. Everyone was so nice and kind and funny; you could not tell who was related by blood or by marriage or just lifelong friends. The greatest part is you just sit there in your nice comfy chair maybe with a blanket (because you never know with New England weather) and you just listen to the stories. Stories about how Uncle Rick was so sad because his childhood yard was much smaller than he remembered and how he realized his homeruns weren’t as impressive as he remembered. Also, all the stories of my dad and all the things he did; probably things I would get punished for. Nothing beats Grandpa Henry’s stories about growing up in the same area as me about seventy years earlier and he remembers the stories like they were yesterday.