Personal Narrative: Growing Up

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Growing up, I did a lot of activities. I was put into guitar and piano lessons, played basketball and football for my middle school’s team, and had someone tutor me for school. Was it my decision to put myself in those? If it was, I probably would not have done any of those. My parents had chosen those things for me. They thought I would enjoy those activities. Also, my parents would always help me with my homework, projects, etc. They would never let me do it for myself. When I got older, I realized my parents wouldn’t think for myself; they would do all the thinking without letting me learn. That’s when I realized my parents were helicopter parents. Helicopter parents are overprotective and over caring parents. Most of my family plays an …show more content…

I knew I needed help so I asked my father. I was expecting my father’s help miniscule, but instead he did all of the work. I was confused of why he did it, but the ten-year-old me was lazy and wanted to play video games so he went along with it. Of course, my dad showed me how to do the experiment and told me the basic information about it. When the science fair day arrived, I was a little bit nervous because I did not do any of the work. Luckily, the judges that asked me questions were basic questions enough for me to answer. After science fair was over, I thought I would never talk about my project again. Unfortunately, I had to present my project to the whole class. The questions that my classmates and teacher asked me were so complex I couldn’t comprehend. So, all my answers were “Uhh,” or, “I don’t know.” Because of my father wanted me to get a good grade, he did the project for me. The consequence of him doing this was my embarrassment in front of the class. This made me start doing projects for …show more content…

I had pretty good grades during middle school, but they still got a tutor to help me. My best subject that I would always get a hundred percent on is mathematics. My parents wanted to make sure that I was good in school so that is why they got me a tutor. But because of them always pushing me and wanting me to succeed, it put a lot of stress on me. That is when I figured out my parents were helicopter parents. When I first got my phone, which was in eighth grade, I thought I was going to have a little bit more freedom because my parents could contact me whenever. After a couple months of having a phone, I discovered that they have a location tracker. In a way, the freedom that I thought I was going to have did not happen because my parents would still hover over me and see where I was at. But why? Why won’t helicopter parents let their children be independent? Once I realized it, it all made sense. I was putting pieces together from my childhood until the present day. Parents push their children to be the best they can. For myself, I don’t blame my parents because they are doing their best to provide me a good life. Every parent wants their offspring to be successful. My parents just pushed me too hard so that I got burned out. Throughout high school, I became very lazy. I went from an A and B average student to a C average student. My parents kept hovering over me during high school, which made me stay the same

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