Personal Narrative Analysis

As I revisit my past, I realize that every decision I made created a rough road for my passage into adulthood. I became a waitress at 15 years old; which at that time was considered the second most stressful job in America, the first being Air Traffic Controller. Additionally, I quit school at 16 years old; needing more time to be able to support myself. Moreover, I began a relationship with a man that was ten years older than me. These three major decisions in my life created complicated life options in my adult life. For instance, when I turned 44 years old, being a server severely damaged my back; causing me to endure back surgery; thus, giving me few career choices until I can retire. Lastly, my selection in a mate resulted in having a baby; which changed every aspect for the rest of my

There is a moment in every child’s life where he or she realizes that growing up is not as desirable as they once thought. Before this moment they fantasize about not having a bedtime or driving or finally being able to drink. But then they feel the weight of the adult world with its responsibilities and restrictions of a society that doesn’t value the individual and expects its citizens to morph into mature, controllable adults. This is the time parents hate, the time when their children try to rebel or run away to escape their future as adults, but time, alas, cannot be outrun. The adult world expects many things of its inhabitants—a job, a family, taxes, sex, and much more. Unfortunately, most young adults feel as though they will be

about the role of family and the significance of independence in a mature adult’s life.

I was able to be myself and I felt free. With a few bucks in my pockets, I felt I could buy the clothes I wanted and those skinny jeans I saw at urban outfitters. I came home one day galvanized only to find ambulances outside my aunt's house and my mom on the stretcher bed. My mom has been ill and had an infection that ate her leg. Days I would come home and it smelled like rotting flesh it was her. I spent months with her after her amputation. One of the kids who 've met, she and her mother allowed me to stay at their home, but I was no longer a teen and her daughter who liked me was underage, but they were in need as I was, they had little money and 4 mouths to feed and had just found an advantageous paying job so I figured I help them for helping me. 4 mouths turned into five and I quickly realized I was being played not by the daughter, but by the mother and quickly left them alone and used wisdom, for I cannot help others until I help myself and they were too broken. I saved my money and got an apartment on my own. I take care of my mother who is now disabled and I am taking on the challenges of adulthood. I ride a 2-hour bus to work and back every day. I get up 4 o'clock in the morning and don't make it home until 8pm at night. I feel accomplished an 18-year-old with his own apartment, taking care of his mother, and I might not have a car...yet but it's so close I can taste

The transition state between childhood and adulthood is difficult and sometimes frustrating. I find myself craving independence but not really grasping it. I have come far and overcome many challenges academically and personally, and I continue to face new ones every day but this must be one of the hardest yet. I like to think that I have everything figured out but the reality is that I do not. Nonetheless, I am relentlessly trying to put together the pieces of my life no matter how difficult it is to see the big picture, and luckily for me I was blessed with parents who instilled in me the value of hard work and perseverance.

My adult figure has been my mother, but even the strong and ambitious have their hardships. I learned at the age of eleven to become my younger brother adult figure while trying to figure what that meant. I gained patience, responsibility, and sacrifices which putting my younger brother before myself and at the age of fifteen having my own job to provide while entering high school. I do not regret not having a regular childhood, for example going to birthday parties, the park or staying for after school activities considering I chose to make that decision and never regretted throughout the years. Whenever I talk to adults from my job or at school, they tell me I know more like saving for a rainy day or thinking about others or how I have my

Life is a gift in which many have the great experiences that come with it. As children, most have loving parents, helpful teachers, a good education, and friends that encourage us to fulfill our dreams. We become teenagers who think we know it all, strictly care about having a good time, and make memories that we can carry with us throughout our lifetime. Eventually we must grow up. We get a job, marry someone, and start a family. If you haven’t noticed already, I am describing an ideal life that many don’t have the privilege of living. Adult years begin to tear you apart and build up stress. Learning to live a life on your own can and will lead to tears and mistakes. Although everyone makes mistakes some can be more

Transitioning to adulthood is considered a period of life when young people are faced with trials of becoming part of the adult world. For some young people, this is a time to grow, an opportunity to spread their wings, and navigate through an exciting life. However, for others, the burdens that accompany the task of growing-up may be overpowering. Some may find themselves at odds and feel overwhelmed while pursuing their goals, although motivated to do so. Also, they may lack the resources or find themselves underprepared to meet the challenges that accompany those goals. Important questions come to mind when I think about young adults within today’s society: why does it seem that today's

The short story “Through the Tunnel” by Doris Lessing and the article “Coming of Age, Whether They Like It or Not” by Megan Rubiner Zinn made me reminded me of my own personal experience; the moment you realize you are becoming more independent and responsible. This happened to me when I received my first cell phone.

Just like *meow*... and then * pew, pew*... she's gone. Just like *snap* that. Gone in an instant. She lived a long, great 43 years. But who am I? I'm her daughter. We were very close, and we shared many memories from the time i was born up until now. For example, the time I was 7, i'm 15 now, and i was learning to be polite and ask humans for food by looking cute. On the first day my mom taught me, she went first and sge did it with ease. Then it was my turn. I went up to a child and looked as cute as i could. Just as the child was about to pet me, this bigger human, I guess it was his mother, came over and kicked me. Me and my mom ran away together back home and told me, '' See, Amilyee, I told you not to go to that human, but you went anyway and look what happened!" she laughed. Then, she took me to get a cone of ice cream from The Cat's Pawlor to make me feel better. SHe ordered my favorite ice cream flavor, Mother's Milk. and all was right again.

Growing up I had dealt with many medical issues, however, I never felt that they in any way hindered me from living my childhood to the fullest. I was still able to play sports and hang out with my friends. It was almost effortless to live my life as fast paced as any child would. However, a month before my seventeenth birthday I began to feel things slow down for the first time.

When I was growing up, I remember my family situation as extremely chaotic. I was one of eight children and my father and mother had little time to devote to me individually. Most of the time they spent trying to earn enough to support us with their meager resources. I was often called upon to act as a surrogate mother to my siblings. I felt I had little time to develop my own unique perspective and voice when I was very young. Even as a preschooler I remember doing chores to help out at home. However, this situation did foster some positive aspects of my character. I learned to be mature at an early age and gained a sense of competence because of my responsibilities. But I also was taught put the needs of others second to my own. I feel that I did not learn to value my own, legitimate desires to an adequate degree as a young girl and have only recently acquired a true sense of worth [THESIS].

Growing up for me wasn’t always easy, I mean I’ve never been one to complain but I can also face the reality of knowing I’ve had many struggles throughout my life. From the beginning, when I was two years old my dad walked out on my mother, my sister, and me. When I was younger I never knew the reason why and I thought it was normal to not have a dad since I never really had one. In reality, my mom had to go through struggle to support my sister and I but, we never really knew everything she did until we were old enough to realize it. When Christmas came around every year we just figured Santa left us all these great gifts when in reality my mom had to work hard to pay all the bills and keep us happy.

April of my freshman year began the uphill in my life. I haven’t seen either of my parents in years, but I feel I am better off this way. Not living with parents is hard, but I would not change it for the world. I feel that being so independent has given me an advantage for when I find myself in real world situations. I hope to continue to learn from everything that has happened to me. Everyone has significant events in life to shape them into the person they become. I have specific interests and hardships that have made me the person I am today. I can break down the person I am in various ways. Some of these ways are my interests, extracurricular activities, work experience, personal and family circumstances, reasons I want to attend college, and personal aspirations. Some shape me more than others, but I would not be the person I am today without all of them.

There are many people who had to mature before they were ready to, because of varying reasons- their parent(s) passed away when they were young, they experienced a traumatic event, they were left as a child to fend for themselves. I had to learn to do these things because my parents knew that things worth having don’t come easy. They weren’t abusive, neglective, we weren’t what many would consider to be “poor”. I can only remember one time in my life in which I have seen my parents stress over our budget, or how we were going to afford groceries, or where our next meal would come from, how we would be able to keep the electricity on. I have lived a very blessed and privileged life- but I’ve been raised not to flaunt that and hang that over people who maybe can’t say the same about their lives.