My Grandfather: A Personal Narrative Of My Life

When I think about what to write about my childhood, I always go back to the age of fourteen. There were a lot of things that transpired at that age including the death of my grandfather, which has to be one of the worst times of my life, and the birth of my twin brother and sister. I had a very stable environment, and I interacted well with others. However, unlike most, I never wanted to “fit in”. A fourteen-year-old girl that always had the mindset of being her own person; that was me. My parents never attended college, so I knew at the age of fourteen what I wanted to do as far as post-secondary education. My grandparents always embedded in my mind that I can be anything I wanted to be, and I believed them. They all played very significant …show more content…
Both of my parents work; my mother at a prison and my biological father at a television station, NBC in Manhattan, New York to be exact. I did not live with my biological father, however, I went to New York every summer to visit him. I lived with my mother and step-father. My step-father, as well as my biological father, played a very important role in my life. I would always tell other children my age “I have two dads”; the funny thing is, they would believe me. I was the only child at the time. So, I only interacted with children at school. All three of my parents pretty much had the same rules. I was only allowed to have company over on the weekend, and I could only watch television when I was done with my homework. Girls my age, fourteen, were doing so much more than I was. I use to get a little upset when my parents did not let me attend parties or go out without supervision. However, when I became older, I understood …show more content…
Truth be told, I thought they were just jealous of me. I got into arguments a lot at school because girls thought it was funny to aggravate me. In result, I would come home from school and become mad with everyone in my household. My mom noticed something, although she did not know what was taking a toll on me. After she had a talk with a few of my teachers, she learned what the problem was. I did not want to tell my mom what was going on. Why? Well, just like any other fourteen-year-old girl I did not have a reason why, I just did not tell her.
I was very determined at the age of fourteen. Neither of my parents went to college because of financial difficulty, and I subjected to change that. I had an interest in helping people and I loved babies. However, just like any other fourteen-year-old child, I did not know what I wanted to be when I got older. After realizing all I have to do is make good grades in high school so I can get scholarships to attend college, I immediately changed my mindset. My parents knew I was not going to get college tuition paid for completely, so they experienced financial difficulty simply so I can have pay for