How Writing Changed My Life

There was not one thing individually that changed me. There were many different things some changed me in a negative way some in a positive way. When I wasn’t matured yet I didn’t really know who I was not like I didn’t know my name but I didn’t know who I wanted to be. Some people kind of pressured into doing bad things in class, not like drugs or anything else like that but being disruptive but all that did was turn my As to Bs. Writing also changed a part of me. It changed something that I thought could never change. It wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t terrific either. It was like a little switch on the inside got flicked and my whole view on writing changed. I didn’t like it anymore for a while I liked to read. I never thought that a presentation from a classmate could persuade me so much. Other people would use me because I was very book smart but naïve. I would have never thought someone would do that. These paragraphs are going to tell you about my past.
To do this assignment I had to go back in time a few years and remember life as it was then. It was challenging to do by myself, so I asked my brother some questions about our past. We both thought for a while about what happened as long as we could remember. When I 3 months old my grandmother got legal custody of me. She had legal custody of my brother since he was out of the …show more content…
We would go in and sit on the rug our teacher would read us a book. She always told us she was bald and she was sick but at the time I didn’t know that what she was talking about was cancer. Then we would do a craft with or something. We also learned our ABCs and our numbers and stuff like that. Going there really made me happy. I don’t really remember everything else we did. Then a year after that I went to a different preschool and we did the same thing I think. When I was a toddler I do remember a little bit but not everything all I knew was that I was happy almost all the