Personal Narrative Essay: The Story Of My Parents

These are the stories very few have ever heard, the side of me people don’t know, they were always just told between my cousins and I, making my face red anytime someone mentioned it. My cousins would laugh and so I didn’t look as embarrassed I would laugh too. As a baby till I was 4 I rejected a pacifier. Not willingly my mom tried to give me one, my response every single time was to spit it out and start yelling. One day this all changed I discovered Pee. For the people like eww what does he mean, is he just a weirdo.

Pee was a stuffed dog I stole from my sister. Yelling if my parents tried to give it back to her. Later on they discovered that was my pacifier. As a baby I did some pretty weird things and this was one of them. I use to suck on Pee’s leg. Anytime of the day I would just suck or bite on it. I don’t understand why because now that I think about it that's disgusting. The dog never really smelled too good either. I do remember as I got older going into my parent's bathroom and spraying cologne on its leg to smell good. I later had to let the cologne sink in so it didn’t taste bad. My mom would tell me when I was asleep I would grab Pee from my stomach and while asleep put the exact same leg that I always used in my mouth.

What was gross was the fact that it use to be fuzzy but with the amount of times it had to be washed it

Mine was a little different but what I loved for many years until I finally didn’t need it anymore. I did all kinds of fighting as a child. I was kind of closed off about telling people my problems but a great way I could let it all out was fighting. I did all kinds of fighting and I loved how physical it was. This made me more confident at school. I learned many things from this that people don’t think could be useful but it is. I learned first of all how to defend myself, discipline, and how to control my anger or frustration. Fighting was always my way of expressing