Personal Narrative : Being Left Places Essay
With two working parents and two younger siblings, there was frequent commotion in my young life. Being the oldest of my siblings, I was rarely the one being worried over. This caused me to occasionally be left in different places. My mother requested that I state, for the record, she never left me anywhere. While that is true, my father and babysitter did it enough times to warrant talking about.
The first time I was left in a place I was six year’s old. This was a bit different than the other times because it was on purpose. I was at the play structure of a McDonald 's getting lunch with my babysitter. My babysitter, Ann, was an older women who had grown up on a farm in Oklahoma. For some reason, she thought it would be okay to leave me and my four year old sister there while she ran back to her house. To her credit, she did ask a women she met 10 minutes prior to “keep an eye on us.” This woman (thankfully not a kidnapper) asked me if I knew my mom’s phone number. I proudly recited it. She then called my mom and worriedly said she had to leave, but was placed in charge of two small children whom she had never met. Unsurprisingly, my mother was not pleased to hear this.
The second time I was left at a place was also by Ann. This was two years after my parents had forgiven her for the McDonald 's incident. I was at swim team practice on an early evening in mid-December. Because I was eight years old, my parents liked to have Ann stay with me for the…