Personal Narrative: My Identity In My Life

My identity formed in accordance with my experiences in life so far. Tragedies, celebrations, and ordinary, everyday life. I assume my identity will continue to shift and be shaped by lessons I learn and things I do. Some people know who they are from the beginning. Some don’t find out until later in their life. Others spend their life living in the shadows of their superiors, their elders, or their mentors and never find out who they really are.
The journey to finding who I was started when I was little. I grew up wanting to be just like my brother, Avery. We were both active in sports when we were younger and we both fought for attention and favoritism from our Dad. He’s four years older than me and has always been my role model. As I got older, I adopted his personality. I was always told by my teachers and my parent’s friends that I was just like him and that’s how I wanted it to be. I wore …show more content…
His class color was orange, and since they cycle around, that was to be mine. Perfect, I thought, I can keep being him. I was just as smart as Avery. He made good grades his whole life, so I of course had to. My brother went out for tennis in high school, so when I became a freshman, I tried out. I made the team and the comparisons to Avery followed soon after. How we setup to hit the same, how we served the same, and even how we ran the same. My coach, Stockwell, started saying I was better than Avery was. I disagreed, naturally, thinking that wasn’t possible. As a sophomore, I made the varsity squad. This was a big deal because I played tennis for the first time in my life as a freshman and I made one of the six varsity spots without even really trying. My parents patted me on the back, however, I could tell something was wrong. There was something in their eyes that contradicted the words of congratulations they spoke. They were disappointed that their firstborn had been passed up by their younger