Personal Narrative: Growing Up For A Young Girl

I was 11 when I went to my first Halloween party. Fifth grade a major time of growing up for a young girl and I was beginning to know the world was changing for me. For years and years, my parents forced me to watch my little brother and hangout with our neighbors, but this year it was different. I can finally go off on my own with who I wanted to, and I finally get a little taste of freedom. My heart raced as I skipped to Raquel’s front door. I had spent hours before straightening my curly, frizzy hair to make it sleek and shiny, a sight I had never seen before on my head. My outfit was homemade so of course I was proud of it, even though looking back I definitely shouldn’t have been. I had tried to turn myself into an edgy looking Cinderella, wearing a black sleeveless shirt and “cool” jeans along with a pair of low high heels, but with only one on since I was Cinderella. My outfit was dressed to the nines in my imagination. I could not believe how different I looked with straight hair and was admiring my reflection in the glass door as I walked up to ring the doorbell and begin my night of fun. Raquel opened the door and I walked into her living room, …show more content…
The past few years, when I was forced to accompany my brother, I always went in my neighborhood, which is a nice area, but not the richest. So when I got introduced to the world of candy in Raquel’s neighborhood, there was no going back. It was incredible, my eyes were filled with awe every time I exclaimed “Trick or Treat” to the adults opening the door and they pulled out full sized candy bars and gave us multiples of them. My mind could not comprehend the amount of chocolate I had received, nor could my stomach believe the feast it was going to have that night. Location is key when figuring out trick or treating plans, and I learned the right place to go the