Personal Narrative Essay: Growing Up In My Life

When I was born the doctors thought that I would not make it. I had to get a pickline through my arm and all of the way to my heart to keep me going. When my Mom and Dad got to bring me home we lived in an apartment that I don´t remember zip about. Exept those awesome videos that she took on her video camera. I lived with my awesome parent and my bro Kaidin.

During that time, I was unable to hold my baby. She was fed through a tube until her stomach could handle formula through a bottle. That was one of the hardest things I have even been through. Thankfully, she recovered swiftly. We were able to finally go home and start our new life together.

I was to immediately move across country to live with my strict uncle and his family of six after my parents discovered I had a boyfriend at the age of fifteen. They were afraid I was brainwashed by the American culture. They thought it was best to move us from Phoenix, Arizona to Shelby Township, Michigan to be around people of my ethnicity, mostly my family. I remember crying the entire way there, the tears running down my face began to expose streaks due to the non-water-proof loreal foundation I had on. my father tried to convince me that my destiny was in Michigan.

At the age of 12 my life was about to change forever. My mother and father decided to move to the United States. They thought that I would be better off going to school here in u.s. They left me and my two sisters with my grandmother. After four years it was time for me and my two sisters to finally see our parents.

Growing up as a kid, I was quite the troublemaker. I would do inappropriate things at inappropriate times and it caused me to get in trouble frequently. It didn’t matter whether or not I was in or out of school, I would continue to do obnoxious things. It could range from saying offensive words, physically hurting someone, or having zero consideration for others. At that time I felt like I didn't really know a lot about the world and it caused me to do things and ask questions later. You could just chalk it up to being a kid, however, I never knew how much it would affect my life going forward. I ruined my credibility, reputation, and relationships with certain friends and teachers through my actions and some of those relationships remain the

Shortly after moving back to Peachtree City, my mom had my little brother, Luke, and not long after, four months to be exact, we were in a car accident. A young lady ran a red light and t boned us in at an intersection. My father hit his head and got a severe concussion causing him to forget a lot of things. My mom had already had a bad back and the accident made it worse. That being said, I really had to step it up, and help my siblings and parents take care of Luke.

Growing up was a nightmare. Reason being, my parents divorced when I was in the fourth grade and I had to live with whoever would have me. I was shuffled from Aunt to Aunt until I graduated high school.

I was so shocked I said “Dad what happened, why is mom and Joe dead!!”. My dad replied “Son im sorry, Im so sorry”. I was goanna ask him if he killed them but deep down even at that age I knew he had killed them. I also knew if I had stayed I was next. I ran as fast as I could away from my dad.

At the age of 6, my mother informed my siblings and I that we would be moving from Alaska to Washington. In the beginning, we were all drawn with sadness due to having to leave the place we called home, our family, and friends that we had made. My mother had told us it was for the better, we would be better able to thrive in Washington. At the time my father had work hours on end, while my mother was at home watching the kids. The job that my father had paid well, but required that he constantly works.

I was going to be starting a new life, experiencing new things, and my dad wasn 't going to be a part of it. I remember the ending of that night like it was yesterday. My mom, my sister, and I were ready to go, but my dad told us to wait as he went back into the house. He came back out with a blanket that his mother had given before she passed. My dad handed

Since the young age of 7, my parents have been separated. We were a family of 4 now in a new town. Tarkington a small town in the middle of nowhere was where we decided to settle down and start over on our new life in the middle of the school year I must add. But growing up in predicament made me mature a bit faster than expected and has shaped me into the person I have become today. Tarkington was one of the best things that could have happened I grew as a person and got more involved than I ever had before.

I lived with my grandparents and with my brother and I, a family of four scrapped by off my grandfather pension. It wasn’t enough. My grandmother pulled me out of school, at my insistence, and told the school that I was going to be homeschooled now. Being too young at 15 to

and then was court ordered to move in with my mom, things changed. I know had a little half-brother who would grow up to be my best friend. Throughout high school I would turn to my family in support with bullies and petty girl drama. They were my rock. My Junior and Senior year were the toughest emotionally.

I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.

Coming of Age “Have a good time. remember to take food out of the bottom oven, bye” my mom said. Those were the last words she said before going off into the city with my dad that night. They had left Jack, Grace, and I with our grandparents for the night.