Personal Narrative: Growing Up

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Growing Up My very first memory is of my mom and my brother. My mom, a young mom, a smart mom, was and is an idol to me. She has always carried herself with a composure that is both honorable and mature. My mom, who is currently the most mature person I know, had to have been immature at some point in her life. She grew more mature as she aged, and as I write about myself, and how I have grown up, I hope to see that I have matured too. My mother, was twenty-two years old with two kids that she was practically raising on her own. My dad, who doesn’t make the best decisions, was in college at around this time and wasn’t the best father figure. My mom was carrying my brother and me in both of her arms. Carrying both of us was a difficult task. …show more content…

I didn’t know how to handle the situation, because I was young and immature. I was angry over all else. Angry that my coach listened to the upperclassmen. Angry that the upperclassmen didn’t like me. Angry with myself for being arrogant and not humble. I took the month of volleyball where I didn’t go in at all, during the game and humbled myself. I encouraged others. I was all around happy for my team’s success, even though I didn’t really contribute to that success. Now, after two years of humbling myself and trying to be a better person, I am the starting libero for our high school varsity team. The libero of a volleyball team only passes in the back row. We are picked to win state this year. I learned from my freshmen season, to not be arrogant about being picked to win state, but to be humble about it and to work hard for the state championship. I grew to be a kinder, humble person from my freshmen year volleyball experience. From this experience I also choose to be the best upperclassman I can be, and I treat everyone on my volleyball team as …show more content…

When I was seven years old, I had the most traumatic experience of my whole childhood. My friends and I were practicing for our upcoming P.E. class. Now, this is weird, but everyone in my class is super competitive, so we want to be the best at everything. Even if that thing, is dodgeball against the first graders. We were practicing for the obstacle course that, our P.E. teacher, was setting up for us. We set our obstacle course up on this sloped hill, close to the playground of my school. My class and I, were going through the obstacle course, and I was against the fastest boy in the class (because I was the fastest girl in my class). We were going through the obstacle course, when I fell down the hill. I fell, stumbled, and rolled down this hill, and when I tried to get up I

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