Personal Narrative: My Life As A Baby

I was born in Brooklyn Hospital on March 15 in the afternoon. I guess I didn’t want to come out because I was a week over due, so the Doctor had to force her into labor. It took the doctor almost 9 hours to get me out but after all those hours I was born. When I came out I was about 7 pounds and 8 ounces, also I came out with a really big head for some reason. When I was born my Doctor asked my mom and dad if they had a name already but they didn’t have a name at all, so when I was born I didn’t have a name until the second day of my birth. Then my grandmother called from Puerto Rico and told my mom to name me “Jamie” so my mom named “Jamie” to make my grandmother happy. After a while my mom didn’t like the name anymore so she decided to change my name, while I was young, to “James Anthony Regester”. She felt this name was better for me because it sounds a lot more professional, also she had a feeling I was going to be someone famous or at least a successful person. As a baby random people in the hospital would look at me and say “Oh my God! That baby is beautiful.” Also so many people thought I was a Mexican baby because I was really light …show more content…
I was too busy thinking about going and not thinking about how to get there. So every time I tried to run I fell on my butt, although it hurt it didn’t stop me from trying again and again. As a kid I didn’t believe in the phrase “give up” because something in my brain kept telling me to “try again” so I did. When I got the hang of running I never wanted to stop, and that made it hard for my mother because I was really fast. Although I was a kid I ran like a track star, so my mother really had to run after me to catch up to me. While I was a kid I felt a lot freer and I knew there was nothing holding me back. On the other hand, I didn’t know that the world was so judgmental yet because I was only focused on