Personal Narrative Analysis

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When I was younger, I firmly believe that if someone was smiling they were happy. At this time I was around the age six. I held this belief because I was always around people who seemed happy. There was always laughter, smiles, and hugs. T.V. shows that I watch were filled with smiling faces and laughing groups of people joking around with each other. The people in my life were always so positive around me. But as I got older I grew a better understanding of what was going on. Around the age of 14,I began to question my belief. I knew many people faked their feelings, by pretending to be mad or sad to get something they want or to make someone feel bad. It never came to my mind that someone would pretend to be happy. But it was the personal

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