Personal Narrative: My First Plane Of Development

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I was born November 28th, 1999 at Boulder Community Hospital. Which starts my first plane of development. I started walking when I was 6 months. I would pull myself up on the couch and walk to my Great Grandmother (Granny). My mom stayed home, in Texas, my dad was in Colorado. We lived there so mom could take care of her dad who had brain cancer. Mom said she could always understand my babble (exp. Shupitup = Shut the door) but that I started saying word like “mom” and “dad” when I was 10 months. I started speaking sentences when I was 1 and a half years old. I was an exploratory child, I always was playing learning games. I started learning to read when I was 3 years old. I also started pre-k when I was 3, at Montessori Children 's House …show more content…
I would talk to my dad everyday and we would always talk about how we were still a family. I think that has really benefited me today. While we were in Texas I build a really good relationship with my Granny, which is something that not a lot of people get. I spent a lot of time with family all the time. But mostly with my Granny, we would do puzzles, word searches, read books together, and just hung out really. We moved back to Colorado when I was 5, I started public school and was there until I was in 2nd grade, When I started at Compass. Which brings me to my second plane of development. Not much happened until I got to Upper El. I remember really liking math and reading. I remember the first time someone told me I couldn 't do something, because she didn 't think I could. I was at the Library and I went into the “big kids books” I wanted to read a chapter book, I don’t remember what book. …show more content…
That was a crazy thing. I went into seventh grade with this red hair and trying make-up for the first time. 8th grade was just really a roller coaster, lots of getting in trouble. All my friend got in trouble for smoking on the farm and I learned to make my own judgements. 8th grade was completely different, all my friends had left. Jack went to Golden, Cadence went to Golden, Ella went to Wheat Ridge. It was an odd feeling, I had gotten rejected by my remaining friends and so I just did my own thing and focused on the MMUN trip. I was a delegate of France and my topic was The Right to Self Determination. I wrote paper after paper and edited so much. That was the year I started to think about leaving Compass. I wanted more then what the Farm School was giving me. That summer I went to my moms house and Baby sat my deaf cousin, so I learned some sign language. I hung out with my cousin Dustin a lot and my Aunt. I earned my own money to buy my own guitar. When I started my 9th grade year I was a lot done with the Farm School I just wanted something to do. I was put in the CCRC and that was not a good fit but I didn’t know of anywhere else to be, I just didn’t want to be there. On October 12th 2014 Dustin was killed in a hit and run. He had been walking home from the bar and a man (who I will leave unnamed) was speeding, drunk, with out his headlights on hit Dustin. He stopped and tried to make it so he was harder to identify. He

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