Personal Narrative On Adimar

“If you try it, think of me and what it turned me into Adimar…”
Lets bring it back, ten years ago, when I was a child in elementary school alongside my friend Julio, who’s only a year older than me. I met Julio in second grade thanks to a baby-sitting service that his mother provided. The age was different, but we shared similar games, toys, conversations, and thoughts. We were nearly identical, even our parents were alike as they both persistently maintained a close eye on us. He quickly became the big brother I never had; having an opinion on anything I contemplated. One individual day altered the way I viewed him, the talk about abusing substances.
We were no outsiders to drugs as that topic is all over social media, but at this age all we had to say were that drugs were “stupid” and we were to stay away from them. “It kills you,” Julio said, “once …show more content…
I commenced to lose the connection that he and I once had, and to retrieve it, I craved to acquire the same freedom that he obtained. My parents were too strict to present me with that independence; therefore, he was on his own, not having a second conscious to influence his decisions.
By senior year Julio became a drug addict. At this time I was able stay out late with him, but I was too late to sojourn my “brother.” Instead I was around to gaze, guaranteeing myself that he wouldn’t get carried away. Throughout this entire catastrophic involvement with drugs, not once did he offer me any; instead, he pushed me away. I was gathered in an abundance pile of disbelief. It took me this long to come to the realization that he didn’t keep that relationship that we had because he was protecting me from turning into himself.
“…Drugs are for fools man, follow the path that we both had dreamt of, at least one of us can still achieve it.” Julio