Personal Narrative: Growing Up

Growing up was an impressionable time for everyone. It is the time when one is becoming immersed into a mini-society, learning life lessons that have remained throughout the years. In school there was always the cool kid, the talker, the shy one, the nerd, the rebel, the class clown, and the drama queen whose behavior varied as the school year progressed. I was always the girl everyone called shy and did not really have much friends nor fit in. Being away from school was the better for me. When I got home from school, I would spend my free time with my neighbor, Gloria, which was my best friend. Gloria was only two years older than me. My sister and I would always spend time with her. On our free time we would mess around and play at each others house. Along with all the fun my best friend and I had, we also got into troublesome situations. Throughout all the trouble we made, I learned some valuable lessons along the way.
One Friday afternoon when Gloria and I got home from school, we both decided to play catch with her

It was important that I developed a durable sense of self in the process. Mindlessly following the crowd could bring trouble. In cases when your friends wanted you to partake in risky activities, “doing your own thing” was not so bad after all. The ability to defend the truth back then shaped who I have become today. As life has progressed, I have encountered more situations like this, but in various forms. My will to deal with them was cultivated when I was a younger. Getting caught in a lie meant trouble. Typically, some sort of punishment was the consequence of telling a fib to my mother. My mother’s trust was violated and from that point forward even my most truthful statements were questioned. A mature and bold person knows to always think before they act. Otherwise, they face the negative consequences, such as after telling a