Personal Narrative: 24 Years Of My Life
Discharged March of 1992. I was sent home with a stat monitor used to help detect my breathing and heart rate. The monitor was for one year. My mother tells me the stories on how the first few months of being home everyone would treat me as if I was breakable. turning one in better health than ever by the age of two I was the ruler of the house. Growing up through my toddler years I was sent to an at home daycare. It was a daycare within my community with not as many children. Then I transitioned over to a public daycare with other children of my age.
By the age of four, I started school at a just four pre-k school learning educational skills like counting, colors, and alphabet preparing me for my journey to kindergarten at Westlawn Elementary School. Those were the years where it all started my life began to change quickly. From having corrective eye surgery staying in the hospital for a week unable to come from under anesthesia. Discharged after surgery times seem to go slow it was a blur barely able to see I