Personal Narrative: How Grandma Changed My Life

It was April 1992 when my life started. I came from a Hispanic background. I was the middle child of three boys. As a child, I loved watching the Lion King movie. It became my favorite of all times. I could even watch it every day if my parents allowed me to. My life as five-year-old was pretty well. My parents, my brothers and my Grandma were always together. We were a happy family. My Grandma was great. She stood at the bus stop and waited for me every day as I came home from kindergarten. She was a great support system for me. She played a big role in my life. Always there for myself and her other grandchildren. My brothers and I would get along great though they were a lot manlier than I was. They played all kinds of sports and had lots of guy friends. My oldest brother played soccer, and my youngest brother played baseball. I, on the other hand, I felt like I couldn't fit in anywhere. I was pretty much left in the corner, but I kept all of that in I didn't want to make it seem like I was being left out. I knew I was different and I wasn't like most kids. I didn't have anywhere to fit in at the time, and I became very insecure about it all. It was three weeks into the school year, and I was late to start. My …show more content…
Thoughts ran through my head; this is nationals, I am competing against everyone from the country. I felt intimidated. I could tell where the judges were because they were wearing all blue. It was my very last dive of my eight-dive routine which was an inward three and a half. I ran the routine through my head one last time. I was standing backward on the tower. I had to flip forward. I was going towards the tower, but I needed to miss it by an inch and flip three times and hopefully land on my head. I start to jump off and do the dive. I ripped it, and I get all tens from the judges except for a 9.5. I ended up taking first place for nationals. I was so excited, and so was my