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Personal Narrative Essay: Growing Up In My Life

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Life for me growing up was super difficult. A lot of my childhood was pure traumatic. Also, it was a struggle for me and my family, money wise and food wise. Also, our house was very small. We even lost our father and I also became a teen mom. Growing up without my father was hard, especially because my mom was only there to feed, clothe and raise 5 kids including me. At 7 years old my father got 9 years in prison. I still remember the day as if it was yesterday. Approximately at 7 p.m., I saw a lot of police officers outside my house, I thought what is happening! Occasionally I kept peeking out the window to see what was happening. Then suddenly I saw they were taking my dad I started yelling, but that 's when my sister got my siblings and I and took us to her friend 's …show more content…

Then 9 months later on February 16, 1999, at 3:10 am my precious son came out of my womb and placed on my chest. It was the most amazing experience ever, but also extremely exhausting thing ever! I was in the hospital for about another week till the doctor told me to go home, funny thing is that I got discharged on my birthday February 21, 1999, which I turned 16. At first, it felt like being a mother was easy, but in reality, it wasn 't because I also had to go to school plus he would always wake me up in the middle of the night, and be in an extreme of exhaustion. I started missing school more and more till I finally dropped out. Being a teen mother was super hard I just couldn 't keep up with my homework anymore. I also had to think what was more important and I knew it was my son, It was starting to get harder for me money wise, so I decided to get a babysitter and a job. One year later I was making decent money wisely and got used to being a mom. There were times I would struggle slightly, but one day my friend told me why didn 't I try to get welfare I told her "I don 't know how to." So she went with me and I qualified to get cash

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