Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Single Parent Home

Contrary to society's common belief, growing up in a single-parent household was extremely beneficial and even vital towards my growth as an individual. For as long as I could remember, I have always lived with my mother and my older brother. We had started out living at my grandparent's house until I was the age of five, then moved into an apartment until I was about twelve, and finally moved into our first house. My mother worked hard for years in order to save up enough money to buy our home and pridefully call herself a homeowner. I knew that my achieving this goal, she provided what she believed was the best for her children. I recognized her goal early in my childhood and watched her achieve it within a few years. This was inspiring and

He had given me a step-mother and step-sister whom I appreciated greatly. When my brother and I would visit, we were shown a different type of lifestyle. My dad has always been a family man, meaning we would participate in activities such as going on trips out of town and eating every meal at the dinner table with no distractions. Every Saturday night that we were together for, we would all sit in the living room, pop some popcorn and have a movie night, or watch a television series that was popular at the time. My father unquestionably fun and humorous, while also being very strict. Our time together had always been limited, therefore he took every opportunity to do his best at co-parenting and raising my brother and I. Although he had dropped out of college in order to work and support my mother and sibling at the time, my father is and always will be the smartest man I know. He has always valued education and taught my brother and I that we are just as capable as anyone else, and that intelligence is indefinite when we apply ourselves. He, too, has shown me that in order to achieve goals, work must be put forth. He did this by going back to college and taking his classes that he did not finish in the