Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed My Life

I am the eldest of four children, born October of ‘98 to a mother barely old enough to drive and a father that I’m still waiting on a phone call from. This resulted in me moving from house to house throughout the days while my mother was at school. For the first five years of my life, I thought that my mother was just a lady that picked me up from daycare sometimes, though those times were few and far in-between. It got so bad at one point that I was kidnapped by a family member to teach my mother a lesson about leaving me places. This combination caused my mother to be both distant and over-protective, like a strict dictator over its territories. I was thrust into a role of protector, educator, playmate, and sometimes babysitter to my three siblings as soon as I could operate a phone by myself. …show more content…
This love for the world of fiction began in kindergarten and continues to burn brightly to this day. I believe that it is the reason that I was able to skip second grade, get into the Gifted Program, and is the reason for my decent test scores. I expect to continue collecting books and I hope to one day have my own library. It was in middle when I discovered my passion for guitar. It was as if the notes on the page translated directly to my fingers. Even my teacher was surprised at how easily I took to it. After leaving Carver Middle School with a whopping five credits, I moved on to Jones High School. Now being a six foot tall, quiet girl in a new school isn’t easy. It’s even harder if none of your middle school friends went to the same school. Of course, this would cause anyone to become a little down. In my case, I was downright depressed. I began to let my grades slip and even resorted to self-harm. It wasn’t until the end of my 10th grade year that I rediscovered my passion for music in a new form, Concert