Growing Up Research Paper

I questioned everything. Sitting outside watching each drop of rain beat on the old windows of the shelter I had taken in an dissolute dump truck, I realized I had taken my whole life for granted.
I was raised in a affectionate home with both of my biological parents and all of my siblings, that In and of itself is one of the most beautiful things anyone could ask for growing up. My family of six is very close to each other, sometimes I think we are to open amongst ourselves.
Growing up I can never remember a time I was in lack of anything I needed, I always had what was necessary for a young girl to grow up healthy and happy. At the age of eight my parents started a church in Alfred Maine, little did I know my life would be intertwined with …show more content…
Despite the challenge of trying to be the perfect daughter, I was finding that i was holding all my emotions in and never telling anyone how I truly felt. Because I never let anything I felt come to surface I was slowly breaking on the inside. After a steady three years of having a horrible relationship with my mother, due to taking my emotions out on her and this overwhelming feeling of emptiness on the inside of me, that last family fight broke me. I decided I would leave my house with no letter, no goodbyes and no apologies. I walked for about two hours until I came upon an abandoned dump truck in the woods with the passenger side window down. I climbed inside to get out of the pouring rain. As I sat inside that truck watching the rain hit the windshield I wished I had never left. Why had I become so selfish as to disregard everyone who loved me’s feelings. I cried, I let my emotions fall as each tear I shed stung my cold cheeks. I couldn't recollect ever feeling like this before, so vulnerably susceptible and open. I realized I had made a big mistake, I wanted to go home, but I was too tired to even think and I felt I was too far into the situation. As the next morning fell I decided I