Personal Narrative: My Love For Writing

As I sit on the floor of my living room writing, I begin to fully recognize how great of an impact the adult figures in my life have on me. When I was younger my love for reading along with the encouragement of my teacher then made believe I wanted to be a writer. I have always loved reading, and this love pushed me to want to add my writing to the great world of literature. I knew it was difficult to be a writer but I was determined in a simple manner to accomplish this. It was rather simple why I wanted this dream it was because my teacher, and most adults who read what I wrote natured that dream on me. The best and most difficult part about growing is how much things change, and how much new things you discover about yourself along the way. I experienced this as gradually my attention drew away from writing though my love for reading began to turn into a passion. I began to gain interest in the medical field due to shows such as House and even Scrubs. Looking back now when I first began to gain interest it was in a very rudimentary fashion much like how most people really want super powers after watching a movie with a superhero. My father

Everyone faces different challenges in life; however, there’s sometimes a Goliath that makes us take a step back and carefully asses how we will go on. That day my dad got to the hospital with enough time because of my mother’s limited knowledge, and he lives today because of all of my family in the health field that fought to make sure I had a dad. During his time in a coma the doctors threw around words that had no meaning to me. It wasn’t clear to them whether he would live, so my rock was to search for meaning about all those words that held no meaning. My thirst grew that summer as I struggle to deal with my dad not being okay, and my mom having to work most of the time to ensure we could pay for the best