Narrative Essay On Elementary School

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Elementary school I did my play group and elementary school in India. I personally don’t remember anything, but my mom told me everything about my childhood. I was a smart and notorious kid, i had a good memory, my mom gave me tuitions at home. My mom was sort of strict in matter of studies. I used to talk a lot when I was in play group I would distract other kids. My teachers did not pay lot of attention to me because no matter what I would get good grades some how. It was really funny, I liked to wear clothes of my guy friends. After Playgroup i went on a interview for school, I knew each and everything because of that school decided me to admit a year ahead than other kids. I was the youngest in my grade, but i really enjoyed a …show more content…
I have always thought about others first and then about myself. My parents have given me every single thing I want. There is a lot of difference between wanting and a need. Want is something which I liked, I could have easily lived my life without it, but still my parents chose me to provide it, whereas the need is something I definitely must have to live. My parents always told me, to give top priority to others happiness, as they are doing right now. They have always told me one thing that, if you have on one by your side, that does not mean you are alone because no matter what you will always have God. I want to take care of them, so that even they can feel that there 's someone who loves them and they are special for me. In recent value sheet, my number one value is happiness. I think that I chose happiness because right now my life is very hectic, it’s easy for me to get stressed out. It’s a little bit hard for me to find happiness. I want contentment in my life. I just want to feel happy and laugh all day and forget about what’s going to happen tomorrow. My number eighteen value in the beginning was an exciting life. It is important to have some fun in life, but for me it’s ok if I don’t so different activities like skydiving, paragliding, ziplining etc. These things bring fun but it 's for temporary. I don’t like to waste …show more content…
By seeing these values I feel my mom cares a lot about happiness and family and it 's true. I remember the time when my mom got depressed and she was not happy at all about her life, she used to get anxiety because my dad was seven oceans away from her. Now as God has gifted her everything what she deserves, she just wants happiness and love. My mom has always told me I am mature person because when my ad was here in America my mom got severely ill. I motivated her encouraged her. I did little bit compromise with my studies and went to the doctor with her. My mom and I are emotionally attached a lot. I love her beyond the universe. Whatever I do for my mom is always going to be less than what she has done for me. My mom is my strength and weakness. I am same like my mom in behavior we tend to keep our self reserved whereas my dad talks to every single

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