Ryne Garrison
Suddenly I Became Me Looking back now, it is easy to see that I was a very different sort of kid growing up. I would never tab being different as a bad thing, but normality was never exactly my strong suit. It’s easy for other people to look back on all the goofy, strange things kids do, and casually brush these incidents off with “he’s just being a kid.” Thank goodness that I can now look back and use this excuse for myself, because when I was growing up, there was a lot of “good”, a bit of “bad”, and unfortunate amounts of “weird”. As all kids do, I had my moments when I was growing up. There were always plenty of laughs around me, due to my desires to stand out and make sure I always had some sort of spotlight on me. Kids …show more content…
Numerous times, this would not even lead to trouble for me. Instead, I would just get myself into awkward situations. One time, on vacation, my siblings, my cousin and I decided to play hide-and-seek. I stuck with a strategy I had grown very used to: hiding in plain sight, but a couple of rooms away. In this instance, a couple of rooms away would put me on the balcony, which had a sliding glass door separating it from the rest of the hotel room. I decided to hurry out there and see if there was anything out there I could bury myself under. I took off running for the balcony at full speed, and when it was time to pass through the door, took the biggest leap I could. By the time I had realized the glass door was closed, it was too late. I crashed into it hard, terrifying my auntie, and embarrassing myself in the process. My siblings all saw it happen too, and I have never come close to living that incident down. My growing up was every bit of a process for me and my parents. Time and time again, I would prove myself, get myself into trouble, embarrass myself and repeat the process. But there is nothing better than growing up. Being a kid is all about making mistakes, learning from them, and then trying one’s best to not repeat them (even though this almost always fails). I am very proud of the memories I made during my childhood, because they make me who I am today. If I could be a kid again, and make less mistakes, I would not dream of it; my mistakes taught me about who I am, and they helped me become
Suddenly I Became Me Looking back now, it is easy to see that I was a very different sort of kid growing up. I would never tab being different as a bad thing, but normality was never exactly my strong suit. It’s easy for other people to look back on all the goofy, strange things kids do, and casually brush these incidents off with “he’s just being a kid.” Thank goodness that I can now look back and use this excuse for myself, because when I was growing up, there was a lot of “good”, a bit of “bad”, and unfortunate amounts of “weird”. As all kids do, I had my moments when I was growing up. There were always plenty of laughs around me, due to my desires to stand out and make sure I always had some sort of spotlight on me. Kids …show more content…
Numerous times, this would not even lead to trouble for me. Instead, I would just get myself into awkward situations. One time, on vacation, my siblings, my cousin and I decided to play hide-and-seek. I stuck with a strategy I had grown very used to: hiding in plain sight, but a couple of rooms away. In this instance, a couple of rooms away would put me on the balcony, which had a sliding glass door separating it from the rest of the hotel room. I decided to hurry out there and see if there was anything out there I could bury myself under. I took off running for the balcony at full speed, and when it was time to pass through the door, took the biggest leap I could. By the time I had realized the glass door was closed, it was too late. I crashed into it hard, terrifying my auntie, and embarrassing myself in the process. My siblings all saw it happen too, and I have never come close to living that incident down. My growing up was every bit of a process for me and my parents. Time and time again, I would prove myself, get myself into trouble, embarrass myself and repeat the process. But there is nothing better than growing up. Being a kid is all about making mistakes, learning from them, and then trying one’s best to not repeat them (even though this almost always fails). I am very proud of the memories I made during my childhood, because they make me who I am today. If I could be a kid again, and make less mistakes, I would not dream of it; my mistakes taught me about who I am, and they helped me become