Personal Narrative: Becoming As A Child

As a little girl i used to believe that when i grew up i would be a princess who would live in a pink world filled with glitter,but obviosusly that was not going to be my future.As i grew up and learned more about life i realize that i had to work hard in order to live a life that i would enjoy.I saw the amunt of long hours my parents would put into their job to to keep my brothers and I in a comfortable place.We always had food on the table and clothes on our back but the struggle was trying to make enough money to pay the montly bills.I know the determination my parents had to make a good living for us.they worked hard for us and never gave up.I remember that at times i would wake up at 5 in the morning and hear how much in a rush my mom

My life as a child started when I was born on August 26,1999 in Macon GA but, Juliette was where I grew up, and where my heart belongs. (I wasn’t a planned baby). I was the youngest out of three kids my brother, then my sister. I was an early baby so my Parents still didn’t have a name picked out for me. They decided on Makenna from God knows where but my middle name came from my mom’s best friend Leigh.

My parents would describe infant me as adventurous,happy,full of energy. When I was younger I had a habit of crawling out of the crib and opening doors and my have tried to invite the mail man in a few times. When I was just learning to walk I would always open the front door when the mailman came or when my grandma thought I had ran away because I had opened multiple doors in the house and later found me playing in the backyard and later would by door knob locks to keep me from opening the doors, I believe I may have been 3 or 4 years old at the time. My favorite stuffed animal was this light brown monkey with a darker face, brown marble eyes that my mom had gotten me when she took me to the Toledo zoo when I was 4 years old I used to take

When i was little i was a sweet child. I never caused any trouble. I never bothered anybody, I even made straight A’s. But that all changed when we moved to a new neighborhood. When we moved it seemed like a good place at the time. There were kids my age, there was a playground. I thought it would be a great place to live. They first day we moved to our new neighborhood i didn't come outside. I didn't come out that second day or the third the fourth. I was to busy playing games to bother to go outside. It was the fifth day when my mom said “How do you expect to make friends if all you do is stay in there house”?. I said “Yeah, your right I guess ill go outside”. So I went outside roughly about 12 kids were outside playing on the playground so I jumped right inn and started playing to.

What was your ten year old experience like? Mine consisted of traveling alone to Mexico to visit my Grandfather throughout summer vacations. Traveling alone was something most of my relatives did at that age, it was an opportunity to visit the country their parents had grown up in. At first, my mom was skeptical. The thought of leaving me alone on a plane surrounded by strangers while being ten thousand feet in the air terrified her. It prompted her to call me every hour to see how I would be doing. Living as an isolated ten years old who stayed home all day playing video games, I would view this trip as a chance to get out of my comfort zone. At the same time it also terrified me, the thought of leaving the country I grew up living while experiencing a completely new atmosphere that is unfamiliar to me, had me shaking with excitement and anxiety. The morning of my flight I woke up anxious. As I stood up to walk towards the living room, I found my mom sitting on the couch with an anxious look on her face. Worried about making her feel worse I said: “Don’t worry mom, everything is ready for the flight.” She smiled, erasing her anxious look. Secretly, thoughts of getting lost at the airport or missing my flight had me terrified. I sat in my room contemplating thoughts of the new environment that I would be experiencing soon. I had never been good at stepping out of my comfort zone, but I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to do so. I knew that there was no going back,

Hi Alison, my level of computer experience is advanced and I have wireless internet at my house. This is my second online course I started my first one this semester which is Developmental Psychology. I think the purpose of Collabrate Sessions is for the professor and students to connect which each other because that can be difficult with online courses. Im excited to learn the development of human culture and that brought my attention to this course. I can tie anthropology to my future career because I think its important to know the culture and history from which we as a society derive.

One thing that was important to me as kid was Halloween. As a kid dressing up as scary characters and getting candy from like 5pm to around 9/10pm. Running around with my parents and saying trick or treat was a blast.Also seeing the older kids egging other people's houses.Sometimes the other kids would scar me with what they had on. While I was getting older I started getting less interesting in the dressing up part. I really just wanted the candy, but in order to get the candy I had to dress up. 2013 was my last time dressing up for Halloween. Now i just buy my candy at the store and get some of it from my sisters. This year I plan on going with my friends that go to Mundy's Mill high.

I always knew something was different about my son. So when he turned 9 - the year he was going into 4th grade - took him to a child psychologist, who referred me too a child psychologist who specialized in Juvenile psychopathy, and it turns out my son is a full blown psychopath. Whew!.. What a relief!

Recently they moved to a town named Harahan. she overheard her parents talking and heard her parents talking about Meredith’s dads new job. So she went to sleep and was thinking about what she heard and thought that maybe we will stay here for a while. She went to school and she was wearing black shoes, green collar shirt, with a skirt. Meredith walked into class and she was shy people started to call her names and laugh at her. Meredith walked home and told her parents that she didn’t like the school. She wants to go back to her old school with her friends. Her parents said but we can’t so she went back to school and she told the teacher that the kids were picking

I reminisce of the days when my mother made my siblings and I say this verse out loud every morning, “The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him”. My life has been filled with adversity. I grew up in a small village in Africa, where I was surrounded by poverty. I still can hear the little children crying out of hunger, school children walking miles to school with no shoes, little children sniffing glue or following strangers begging for money or food. I can remember the agony in their eyes. Growing up, I was very timid, intimidated (especially by those who grew up in big cities), lacked self-confidence and conscious of what the society thought of me.

During my initial meet with the 3-year-olds, I felt like a celebrity as the children swarmed in to catch ahold of my attention. I was bombarded with many hugs of sorts and lingering eyes filled with a sense of curiosity. There was one child, in particular, that caught my immediate attention. Her name is J, a 3-year-old child that was filled with energy and radiance. Though, many of her peers exhibited those traits as well. However, J was seemingly more complex to analyze in accordance to the developmental standards of her age group, in which triggered my peculiar interest. J was often quick, persistent, and took initiative when answering questions that I presented to the crowd to resolve. These questions pertained to Disney characters that

I agree with you when you say that infants have emotion. I am pretty sure of it. My six months baby is capable of expressing his feeling; for example, when I said something funny to him, he smile; when he is taken away from me, sometimes he cries; when his brother takes a toy he is playing with, he also cries, and so on. As you said, by carrying their emotions, infants are able to express their needs. Also, I believe that the best way to help the children with a tantrum is by leaving them alone. That is the one I put most in practice with my four-year-old child.

Growing up yes it happens to everyone. Each one of us grow like a rose from a seed to a blossomed beauty. As i was blossoming i realized that i didn't just grow up like that. Each day was a new adventure . All of us has had a few days that are still yet proud of to have accomplished. I as well had many successes throughout growing up

This applies to me while I was growing up. When I was little, and my tummy was hurting a lot, my mom would touch it. If it felt hard to her, then she would use one of her Indian remedies of mixing various thing until it made this paste. You apply the paste to your stomach for a few hours and then shower to take it of. I would do this lot when I was a child because that’s what my mom told me and I knew it worked. As I got older, I would tell my friends and they all thought I was so weird because they have never heard of it. For me, it is something my grandparents did, my parents did and something I plan on doing with my kids. It is part of my culture and just because it is not part of everyone else culture, does not mean my mom was physically

The year was 2009. I lived out on a farm with my parents and little sister. I didn’t have too many traumatic things happen to me as a child. There were a few here and there but nothing serious. However, there was one event that truly was traumatic to 7-year old me.