Personal Narrative: My Only Childhood

Growing up, I was always considered more mature for my age. I was an only child, so I was mostly around adults all of the time except for when I attended preschool. As I got older, I started to get use to the fact that I was the only child in my whole family, and was used to playing by myself. Starting elementary school, I remember realizing that not everyone was an only child like me. During holiday gatherings, I put two and two together that both my Mom and Dad had a sibling. I didn’t understand why some people had siblings and some people did not. In the first grade we learned about family trees. I was asked to do a project that consisted of a drawing of a tree, with your whole family’s generations on it. Then, I started understanding how families worked and how many shapes and sizes they could come in. I saw that I wasn’t the only one that didn’t have a sibling. But I …show more content…
I saw my cousin grow, got to hear their heart beat, and was there when they found out that it was a little girl. In a way, I grew with her. I felt that when she got here I was someone for her to look up to, and admire. In the fall of my fifth grade year, my Mom came and got me from school a little earlier than usual. She told me that my new cousin was here safe and sound. I was beyond excited!
We got to the hospital, and Jodi, my new cousin was there waiting on me to hold her. I had never held a baby before, and after I held her, I never wanted to put her down. I couldn’t wait to have someone to play with, as well as someone to bond with just like I would a sister or brother. After the day she was born, I got to see her every day. I loved watching her grow and experience new things. I was thrilled when she could start playing and interacting with me. I didn’t realize how much I disliked being the only child in the family until she was born. It was like the sister I had never