Personal Narrative: My Redheads In My Life

“Ginger” and “little red” and “copper head” and the ever so famous “carrot top” were just a few of many nicknames that once taunted my childhood. It seemed to be that I did not have a name, but rather I was just “the redhead.” Always sticking out like a sore thumb, I was surrounded by a family of dark brown hair and undoubtedly seemed to be the only child in the class with the uncommon genes of fiery red hair, a galaxy of freckles that covered my body, and the fairest of skin that would burn at the slightest of interaction with the sun.
As a result of the little resemblance I share with my family, people often mistaken me for someone else’s child or demanded an explanation. From as far as I can remember, people ranging from my parents’ friends to a stranger in line at the grocery store would come up to me and grab a handful of my hair, and ask, “Where in the world did you get this beautiful red hair?” They questioned me as if they …show more content…
One challenge was the lack of other redheads in my life, and it has taught me that there is nothing wrong with being different. I now understand that my small yet important difference has given me a sense of confidence. I no longer hide in the back, but I step forward and demand my voice to be heard. I speak with certainity in front of groups which has allowed me to become more involved in my school, church, and community. Being a redhead has showed me that if you follow the crowd, you disappear in it, but when you stand alone, you stand out. And the people who make a change in the world are not afraid to stand out; they forge their own path rather than following the ones that others have made. Therefore, my uniqueness has urged me to deviate from the standard paths and avoid ready-made molds at will. I found my callings and threw myself into them, and they have led me to infinite