Personal Narrative: Growing Up In High School

Growing up, I was always the shy kid. I never spoke up in class, and if I ever got called on by a teacher my heart would just about stop beating and my whole body would begin to shake. When I did speak, my voice was so quiet you could barely decipher a word of what I was saying. I hated all kinds of attention, good or bad. Even when I got invited to classmate’s birthday parties in elementary school, the effort that had to be taken to bring myself to knock on the door was almost insurmountable. I would plead with my mom to stay with me, and she usually would- to the discomfort of my fellow peers. The whole time I was just wishing I was at home by myself, reading my cheesy middle-grade-girly books or playing with my latest Littlest Pet Shop toys either by myself or with my big sister. …show more content…
Even now, I prefer staying at home by myself and reading than actually going out and putting forth the effort to try to be social. Going to Meijer or the mall with my mom and sister is my favorite method of “social interaction”- it requires no effort, the conversations are easy, and life is predictable. Life is just how it should be- simple. Hanging out in big social situations doesn’t come naturally for me.The idea of leaving the comfort and the peace of my own home to go into a world full of small talk and insignificant activities just makes the introvert inside of me