Personal Narrative: Moving To A Home

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My parents had a rough start together always moving to different houses they worked their way up from the bottom of the barrel. Until we moved to the house I live in now ,at the age of five. The house before my present one had a pretty decent neighborhood. There wasn’t really any friendly neighborhood interaction accept our next door neighbor they were good Samaritans, but came very distant when we moved. I am born and raised in San Antonio I have met so many great and wonderful people, but I also saw the indecent. This brought my ideas of right and wrong since people were just so close not in the sense of blood but as a community. I started to have the need and want of understanding them, and how they got into the situation they are now. I always tried to get the full story and the extra details to evaluate them individually so I wouldn’t blindly judge them and I could also connect with them. …show more content…

Back then I was more ebullient and able to make friends easier, even with older students. I enjoyed playing with the big kids and just feeling appreciated for the things I could accomplish for them. I tried to keep to myself intact and not bothersome, so they would like me. I also had a speech problem during the time, I seemed to be thinking too fast then my mouth could follow. I continuously kept getting in trouble by an uncontrollable urge to not stay in place and my unwanted anger problem. During this time I was more novaturient. I examined myself and found I need to change in order to accomplish my goals. Filled with regret of my troublesome past dues. Deep down I felt like my anger problem was holding me back from further prosper since I always just end up alone. Noticing this, my parents started to step up in discipline and made sure I knew proper manners. In the end, I was able to fix my speech problem and my behavioral problem, and ended up being quieter and more patient towards thing that I felt

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