Personal Narrative: My Goals Of Being A Veterinarian

When a person is young they have goals that they wish to have when they are older. My goals were to have a big house, be a veterinarian and when I was old enough to realize what had happened to adopt siblings. I have a few stories that go along with these goals and here they are.
When I was a little I always had a dream of being a veterinarian. I’ve always had a huge attachment to animals. Once when I was about seven or eight my sister and I, were walking back to my grandma’s from my friend’s house when we spotted a little puppy under a truck. We eventually with some coxing got the puppy to follow us back to my grandma’s house. My grandma didn’t want to keep her so my biological mother came to get the puppy. She was just a little German Shepard …show more content…
When I was two and my sister was four we were both adopted by my great aunt. If she wouldn’t have adopted both of us then I wouldn’t have known my sister. I’m eternally grateful that she adopted us both. I hate to imagine all those kids in orphanages who have siblings but are taken away from their siblings because not a lot of people would want to adopt two or more kids. I know for a fact that I would because I would never want to take a child away from their brothers or sisters. I’m still physically scarred that I was adopted be4cause I did not get the attention that I needed from my birth mom, but that is one of the reasons I want to adopt siblings. I also want to adopt babies because babies won’t really know what’s going on and they will grow up with the love and attention that they deserve. I love helping people and there are so many children in the world that don’t have caring, loving homes. Children that are in orphanages go from foster home to foster home with people that really don’t give a crap about their well-being. What kind of life is that? It makes me sad thinking about all the children that don’t have loving homes. These are some of the reasons that I would love to adopt …show more content…
My family has only lived in one big house, but we unfortunately had to move because of the cost of propane. So, I have always had a dream of having a big house as I grew up. The big house that we had was on the outskirts of Millstadt. I had a barn, a garage, a shed, three bedrooms, one bathroom, a foyer, and even a basement. Growing up I had both good and bad memories in that house. One bad memory was the time that my mom fell down the basement stairs. We had two cats in the house which we weren’t even supposed to have, and she tripped over the cat and fell down the stairs. I thought that I was the broom but my sister knew something was wrong, so we went to check on what had happened. We saw my mom lying on her back at the bottom of the steps. We ran to get our aunt who lived with us at the time. She called 911. The ambulance couldn’t get the stretcher through the door so my mom had to walk up the steps and outside with a broken tailbone and a hole in her head. My mom had to get stitches in her head, which she still has the scar of to this day. One good story about the big house is how I met my best friend who lived down the street. With the big house I could have people stay the night all the time. Now with the smaller houses I couldn’t. I remember having a sleep over with my best friend Meghan, and another friend Anna. We used to act like the tree way out in our corn field was the Bridge to Terabithia. I’ve had