Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Kid In Grade School

Growing up in a neighborhood right next to my grade school in Des Peres, I made some of the best friends I have had throughout my life. We lived in a neighborhood called Bayberry Hills and Thomas, who lived up the street, was one of the first friends I remember having as we went to preschool, kindergarten and grade school together. Just down the street from me, I had two other friends, Joseph and Charlie. Charlie being a few years younger than us had trouble keeping up in anything we would do but I would never replace the laughs and good times he gave us. We were inseparable, waking up early in the morning and rode bikes until we were allowed to play video games. We spent countless hours over the summer and after school clearing out sections

But that new passion changed his interests, including his idea about his old friends. It never felt like we were pushing him away but rather that he was leaving us. But I am sure if it had been someone else who had found new interests we would have had a different response as a group but it wasn’t a different person. When you are a kid in grade school and even early highschool, you joke around and try to get the biggest laugh from your friends. These jokes between friends weren’t meant to start arguments or fights but instead to get a laugh. But what I didn’t realize was that the jokes we made with Thomas were driving him away. He became the guy on the receiving end for every joke that was

Joseph, Charlie and I lost that sense of companionship and friendship that we had at such an early age and tried to fix up our own ego without even thinking about the pain we were causing Thomas. He hung out with us less and less frequently and eventually became an alien to our friend group. He was the innocent victim and I played one part of the many who made up the monster. The character of Antigone and every person selected in the draft from “The Lottery” are victimised unfairly by the popular belief and are the perfect examples of people turned into aliens in their own communities while not doing anything harmful to provoke the alienation.
Antigone went against the popular opinion and even authority in sticking up for what she thought her brother deserved when he was not in a position to defend himself and was ostracised because of it. Normally in times of distress it is common for the person who is selfish to be alienated and shunned from the group but in Antigone’s case, she was sacrificing for her brother. Is that really deserving of punishment? Creon says to her, “Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it.” But Antigone responds with, “He was my brother”(29). This exemplifies the point that even though he had many labels, whether they be true or not, the most important label was being her brother. And instead of joining the group of people that made up the monster, she