Transition From Childhood To Adulthood

The novel The Mighty Miss Malone ​is a beautiful story about a normal family living

An accomplishment that saw me transition from childhood to adulthood was when I got my Eagle Scout award. Since the award occurred so close my eighteenth birthday and I had been working on it for so long. This accomplishment allowed me to look back on my childhood and reflect on everything that I had had to do to earn this award but more importantly reflect on what I had learned in my travel through scouting. This was not only a growing up process for me but for my community and family.

When I was thirteen years old, I found out that my dad had PTSD. Me being a little girl I did not understand what PTSD was. My dad has been in the Army for twenty-two years and has seen a lot of traumatic things which has caused him to have PTSD. PTSD is a Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) which is a type of anxiety disorder. It can occur after you have gone through an extreme emotional trauma that involved the threat of injury or death.

In the end, a life changing event that happened in my life was learning to drive the four wheeler and my grandparents actually letting me. It was difficult at first to learn to learn more about driving the four wheeler but over time, it got easier as I kept working on it and kept practicing. Driving the four wheeler made me feel more mature, but little did I know that I actually did become more mature before learning to show my grandparents that I could be trusted and be responsible enough to

My senior year, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was given six months to live since she refused to take chemo and radiation. At that time, I was a teenager, recently kicked out of my house by my stepfather at the age of 16. Let me explain, I was at work, I had done nothing wrong it was my sister who he was mad at, but I paid the cost of her actions. My mother stayed there with him leaving us to our own device. My sister was 19. I was hurt, angry and bitter. Prior to the diagnosis, I refused to talk with my mother or my stepfather. When she was diagnosed, I knew I had to forgive her, I could not live with myself if my mother thought I hated her on her deathbed. During this time, I discovered myself, I found the inner strength

(Note to readers: I tend to get distracted a lot, so bear with me.) I didn’t think there was any pain worse that my father leaving my family. Turns out that even though he was annoying most of the time, ( Yes Alex. I called you annoying. Big deal.) losing my older brother for even just a day was much more terrible. (There. You better Alex?) Even recalling the memory makes me devastated but I guess you want to hear my story. (See how emotional I got there, Alex. And you thought that I was someone who never felt emotion)

"Are you ready?" questioned my mother before I stepped onto the bimah, or the dais, to chant my first torah portion. I have been to many Jewish bat mitzvahs, however, having my own bat mitzvah was a completely different experience. All of this preparation, and the whole day came and left by the blink of an eye. The process leading up to the day was more important than the actual event. This coming of age taught me many things, including responsibility, determination, confidence, time management, and that hard work pays off. Overall, my bat mitzvah was an amazing experience full of preparation and enjoyment, in which many virtues were learned.

Growing up Christianity had always been part of my life and there was no question about it. My family was christian and the culture that my parents grew up in was heavily religious. However, I personally never had a true connection to Christ at a young age. To me church was the place I went to answer questions in Sunday School and win prizes for it, and that was how I saw it for a long time. It was hard for me to see it has more than that and from the outside I may have looked like the kid had a true connection with Christ by the way I talked in front of the church when my class presented, or the fact that I was able to answer most if not all the questions correctly. As a kid, I thought that made sense and that there was nothing wrong because

A few years ago, someone told me of an ancient Greek legend. According to them, humans had originally been created with four arms, four legs, and two faces. Zeus, fearing their power, split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend the rest of their existence searching for their other halves. In a way, the Greeks trusted that finding their soul mates was meant to be, that it was their destiny, in other words, maktub.

A meaningful event that impacted my life greatly to this very day is when my grandparents took custody over my mom. .My grandparents took custody of me in 2002,I was only about 3 months old so as you can probably tell I can’t remember each and every detail.Even though I can’t remember any of it,I know mostly everything because all of it has been told to me by multiple supporting resources including my mom, and my grandparents.

Selfishness is a common characteristic shared by many in this new technological age. Everyone is consumed with how they look, how they are viewed by others, and the amount of likes on Facebook or Instagram they receive. From middle school all the way up to my Sophomore year in high school, I was sadly pulled into this trend of self absorption. I was too concerned with the notion of fitting into the “popular” group of kids to be able to expand upon any relationships with anyone else. Coming from a class of only sixty kids during my middle and high school years, it was not hard to make a connection with everybody, but my mind had been narrowed to a certain group of kids. I would not even talk to specific students in my class because they were outside my bubble and it would be “uncool” to do so.

Loneliness is something we have all experienced, however there are always different extents to which it has been experienced by each one of us. In many cases people deny that they feel lonely from time to time, but deep inside we all know, that it’s an undeniable fact. Every person has different circumstances in life, which leads to some of us experiencing what being lonely is like at a very young age and some of us having the experience being older. Being older, doesn’t necessarily mean being more mature. It always seems that when you are an adult, it is easier to deal with loneliness and that might be true, however there are more exceptions than we see. Most kids, children, teens that experience loneliness and

You can decide what you make out of a change no matter how bad or depressing it is. A sudden change can be caused by divorcing, moving, and succeeding in life.It is ok to have a positive, or negative change in life, as long as it affects you as a person in a good way, then you can get something out of it.

The day that my Mom left I did not get to see her leave because I had to go to school. Saying goodbye to her that day was one of the hardest things I had to do. Just knowing I would not get to see her for the next nine months broke my heart in more ways than one. Her first couple of month was in the United States, so it was bearable. I still spoke to her everyday. Our meals became a challenge because she was the one that did the cooking. Our caretaker did not enjoy cooking, but we fended for ourselves. We founds ways to live without her that got us through all nine months.

A lot of people don’t know my story and what I have been through. I really don’t have anything to compare it too. I have never felt anything like this before. I don’t like the way that I feel. I want to go back to a normal life. But, what is normal now? How do you go back to living a normal life when someone unexpectedly is taken from you. I can’t eat, I can’ sleep. I feel like I’m in a daze all day. I neglect my family, my kids, my job. I’m angry one day and sad the next. I’m feeling hopeless and I don’t know what to do. I just want my life back.