Growing Up Essays

Growing up isn't always easy, you can lose friends, family or even have your closest family separate. At young age i began to realize that the fragile emotions of my inner being began to overflow and spill out. During my parents harsh arguments I tried to understand why this was happening and why things weren't how they were in books that I had read and tried to envision or movies that i watched and tried to make a reality. Over the course of several years I watched my parents marriage slowly crumble from a impenetrable diamond to a broken stone. I remember specifically, sitting down in the kitchen working on my homework and listening to my the beings that I looked up to and wanted to be just like when i grew up, I sat there and heard them

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Growing Up Culture

Growing up I always grew up around some sort of native, either it be Alaska or Hawaiian native i always grew up around them. Kind of just stuck right in the middle with my immediate family, not really knowing what culture I truly belong to. I never really suffered from any discrimination because of the fact or it never was said or shown straight to my face. My mother on the other hand had a different experience with growing up deciding with no one group of people and the time had a huge impact growing up. So i believe that the time of growing up and the people we surround ourself with really defines who we are. The difference between me and my mother would be the time period of when we grew up, our friends, and also our family and how we were...show more content...

Hr parents never really cared if she did her homework or studied for a big test. She made it to bed on time so she wouldn't be too tired the next day. So eventually when my mom had her first child at a very young age, she dropped out of school and nobody even tried to stop her. However they were always there for her and just like any mother she taught my mother right from wrong. Just like my mother my brother dropped out of school. I feel like compared to how my brother was raised and me i got the better set up, even though i always had a full time father i still got the better more responsible experience version of our mother. The one that cares so much if i get a good education ifi study for my test, and do all my homework. I feel like i can really connect with rudy from "the red headed hawaiian" when he was the same experience with his mother and the huge gap in between when him and his oldest sisters. The same thing for me and my brother that sixteen year gap really changed in which mother my and my brother got. The support system that i am gaven with my friends and family is really amazing and sometimes i think i take advantage of it. My support system i believe really changed my cultural identity because of how i view the world around

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What does it mean to grow up? Does it mean washing your car, paying your bills, getting a job? Does it mean getting married, having kids, and sprouting gray hair? Is it necessary? Is everyone capable of it? Is it going to be hard and will it be worth the effort? All of these questions are probably what made Peter Pan decide to never leave Neverland. Growing up means a lot of different things to many different people. If we look at the words "growing up", we simply think of the physical aspect of ageing, growing tall and wide. But for most people, growing up means something deeper involving a change in the approach that an individual has to life and the actions that are taken with it. In this essay, we will look at why people have...show more content...

They can't just be told. Mistakes are made and we are held accountable. Such mistakes could include simple things when we are young like hitting your younger sibling, or they could be as adults like not paying your bills. Sometimes, we have to make the mistake in order to be able to correct it. We look at the mistake we made, for example, cheating on a test. We are pleased with the score. However, we see that we did not receive the grade that was deserved. The other students all put in long hours of studying and in turn earned their good grades. When something like this happens an immature person would not think much of it and move on, but a person who has grown spiritually into a person with morals will not feel comfortable with this result, and probably not do it again. That is one form of growing up. It is important to feel responsibility for the actions that have been taken. The next step is reacting in a productive way to that responsibility. In order to assume responsibility, we have to have a sense of right and wrong which is only naturally learned by living life. When responsibility is accepted, we have begun to see the truth and reality of our situation, as Peck describes. Dedication to truth is heavily involved with the concept of accepting responsibility because for people to see blame in themselves, they have to have a clear plane of reality that shows the necessity of a solution from them. The eyes have to be Get more content

Growing up I never envisioned myself to become a part of the medical field. To this day I am still in disbelief this is the direction my life has taken. I remember the first time an at risk teen outreach counselor showed up at an afterschool summer program right before I entered high school and asked what I wanted to be growing up. It was the first time I was legitimately forced to face my future head on. My father left when my mother became ill and was put on disability so I never had any real guidance or previously discussed the issue with anyone prior to that day. I naively replied "CEO of Microsoft"! It was the only thing I could muster up jovially on the spot. His reply has always stuck with me and now has become a motivating force in...show more content...

My brother was one of those at risks teens who dropped out of high school only to bounce around between jobs and crime until he saw a way out and joined the military. He became an Army combat medic and served 3 tours in Iraq before having to return home for spinal surgery where they replaced 4 vertebrae from multiple IED explosions. I took time off that summer to visit him and help him while he was on bed rest. Over the course of him recovering we discussed our lives and where we came from and what we were going to. I was there to help my brother but he did more for me in those conversations than anyone had in my life. I fell in love with his medical stories and would sit wide eyed listening to each experience. He eventually grew tired of me asking him questions and told me I should look into the medical as I was infatuated with his experiences. It was in that moment I recalled that summer conversation with the outreach worker and discussed my concerns with my brother. He looked me in the eyes just as the outreach worker did before and told me he was a high schooldropout who had trouble with the law and turned his life around to find his passion. It didn't matter he did poorly in high school or came from an impoverished neighborhood or had low expectations of success, he had control on the outcome of his life and chased down the life he wanted overcoming what was this predisposed outlook on life we were Get more content

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later." The words drifted back into her mind as she stood on the sidewalk. Ashes fluttered down, landing in her hair and on her clothes, smearing soot onto her skin and black across her vision. She should have listened. "If you don't ever make mistakes, you can't fix anything when it finally goes wrong. You're justa' kid, a good kid, so you have to learn how to fall down and get back up before you're too old." She had fallen down. Oh, she had fallen down so hard, scraping her knees and cheeks and elbows, bruising her shins and skinning her palms. She should have listened, she should have known how to get up....show more content...

And now it had all come crashing down. Smoke burned her lungs, but she didn't move, couldn't move. "And sometimes you have to mess up for people. They might give you a weird look, or hate you for it because they don't understand, but they'll understand it eventually, and they'll thank you." Orange heat burned on her cheeks, red and yellow flickered in her eyes as the flames danced across the wooden boards. Why didn't she listen...But she had listened. She had learned. She had made mistakes. "But remember, kid, even standing back up leaves scars. They might fade away, but don't get angry if they don't. They're proof you lived, that you hurt. That you fell down and were smart enough to drag yourself to the finish line." She had made too many mistakes, ignored more than she needed to. And now the house was burning. It was over, all over. Something fell near her, crashed down from the ceiling and showered sparks and embers onto her shirt and arms. It burned, it burned so much, but she couldn't move. "But no–matter how many mistakes you make or don't make, I'll stand beside you, okay? I'll back you up. You don't have to be the only one on your team. Two sisters fighting everyone else if it has to Get

"The hardest part about growing up is letting go of what you were used to, and moving on with something you're not." Growing up can be fantastic. Growing up can also be scary. Many people do it on their own time. Others must do it quickly. Some have a nurturing family and a wonderful environment in which to do this. Others still are not as fortunate. The point is that everyone's situation is different, unique. No matter how similar one situation may seem from another there are countless other things that affect how a child might grow up. One's own life may seem perfect to those on the outside looking in when in reality, there could be a constant struggle that is known to few or even none. For myself, growing up was something that had to...show more content...

This varies with each new location but generally she is gone Monday through Thursday. This was a hugechange for my dad and me because we were used to her maintaining certain aspects of the house. My dad still worked a full time job so a lot of her responsibility fell to me. Things I hadn't ever concerned myself with were suddenly mine to worry about. One of the greatest challenges I came to head with was one that people most often encounter when they are older and that's how to take care of yourself. At age 12 I had always been reminded to do this and that. Reminded that I had practice or have me run through my schedule to remember what homework needed to be taken care of. I had to grow up and take care of myself in a way that I had never really had to. My schedule changed too. Where I used to get rides in to school with my mom, I now had to wake myself up and get ready for the day at 5:30 a.m. to go into work with my dad. There, I would sit and wait until it was time to go to school. It stayed this way until I turned 16, four short years later. When I turned 16 that responsibility for myself increased even more. I was now responsible for getting myself everywhere I went. Around the time I got my license another change crashed down. The hometown company my dad had always worked for, Barrel O' Fun, was sold to Shearers, another company of the same variety. When this buyout happened my dad had to play by their set of

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The Childhood Of Growing Up

Part of growing up is going though changes in your behavior and appearance. There are multiple differences we face from early childhood to being a young adult. With many adjustments in our life's, some aspects stay the same, the little habits you do when your nervous or when you're tired. Not everything has to change with age. Although I have changed since I was a child, being a selective of what I eat, being organized, and helping others has remained the same. Since I was child, I have always been selective of what I ate. My particular eating habits started when I was around six years old. There was an incident in this period in my life where I would get sick with certain foods. At first my parents thought that this cause was due to beans. For a few weeks I did not eat meals that had beans in them. As we would find out, this did not work. I then tried a diet of not having dairy for a few weeks, this would also not work. As a last option to see what the reason was for my nausea, I didn't have bananas for a couple of weeks. As a result, I stopped feeling sick and to this day whenever I eat a banana I get nausea. There are also particular foods that I do not like. When I was a child I didn't eat many vegetables. I personally disliked tomatoes, onions, and pickles and the only vegetables I would eat were carrots, broccoli, and zucchini. As a young adult, I still do not eat these vegetables. Another way I am a selective eater is I don't like the

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Growing Up In The South

I grew up in the south. Growing up there was like growing up anywhere else I suppose. Woke up, went to school, came home, ate dinner, and went to sleep. Nothing exciting or special. Just a basic 17 year–long routine.

Some popular things to do there would be going golfing or riding down to the beaches. People like seeing the lighthouses and all the museums around the coast. Other things to do would be going to state parks, theme parks, and fishing.

Since it is the south fried foods are very popular. Anything you can think of, they can fry. People also like to have cookouts and huge barbecues with the whole family. However, there is a ton of fastfood restaurants there that most people will go to multiple times a day which isn't that

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Growing up is something that everyone goes through. As one grows older they feel differently about growing up. A young kid wants to grow up and going out into the real world, then that same kid grows up a bit and faces the reality of life and doesn't want to grow old, but instead wants to go back, the last phase is just accepting the fact that this is happening no matter what. The first stage is wanting to grow up and looking forward to it. The story "Eleven" by Sandra Cisneros shows the perspective of an eleven year old going through a tough situation:" I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny you have to close your eyes to see it" (248). This little girl has no idea what growing up is, she believes that being older will fix everything, this shows how differently someone thinks when they're younger and more naive. Cisneros says," Today I wish I was one hundred and two instead of eleven because if I was one hundred and two I'd have known what to say when Mrs. Price put the red sweater on my desk" (247). Furthermore,"

Because she's old and the teacher she's right and I'm not" (Cisneros 247). The little girl says this and it applies to younger kids like herself because they've lived their whole life listening to what adults say that they have a tendency to just think they are right. The poem "On Turning Ten" by Billy Collins says," It seems only yesterday I used to believe, there was nothing under my skin but light/ If you cut me I could shine" (29–32). This ten year old boy explains how he thought he was invincible and nothing was impossible. The picture "Growing Up" by Hannah Galvin shows 7 figures at different stages in their life, the third figure shows a little boy who is excited and running with his face up. This shows how he did everything with his head held high no matter what. This first stage gives someone the innocence that makes them a little kid, and allows them to have an imagination. The second stage is actually going out into the real world and realizing that growing up isn't something to be excited for. Collins further states," But now I am mostly at the window/ watching the late afternoon

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How do you define growing up? Is is so simply the process of getting older, or is it becoming mature and losing the innocence of being a child? This is a loaded question and the answer can be found in literature in not only what growing up is, but also how it can happen so suddenly. After reading these short stories, these three stories all have something in common. The children in it all seek independence from their parents, this is shown differently between each of the three stories. The boy from the first story has a set goal he wants to accomplish without help, the boy from the second story is breaking a tradition he has with his dad, and the boy from the third story acts without help on what he believes is an act of heroism. From what has been learned from these stories, growing up is the time that a child decides to start being independent from their parents.

The first example of my thesis statement in these short stories is in the Tunnel, it portrays this well because the boy Jerry is very dedicated to completing this task of being able to hold his breath for long enough to explore this tunnel he has found underwater. The dedication and the lack of asking for help is mostly what proves my thesis. One quote I noticed that is one of first times that he becomes independent from his mother in this story,

"As for Jerry, once he saw that his mother had gained her beach, he began the steep descent to the bay." This can be seen as the starting point of his journey and his Get more content

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When I Grow Up..

–AmberGrace Seguin

Remember when we were young and all we could think of was growing up and getting to do 'grownup' things? We spent our whole childhood thinking of what we would do when we finally 'grew up', and here we are, almost completely grown up and we still haven't made up our mind of what it is we will do when we grow up. We've painted this pretty little picture in our head of what it'll be like when we eventually do grow up, and when it finally comes for the picture to be taken off the wall and put into action, it's not nearly as fun as creating the painting. "Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional."

–Anonymous

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"The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise." –Alden Nowlan As we continue to grow up, we learn that being grown up is not as we imagined it. We once convinced ourselves that growing up was the goal to achieve, and life would be much better once we were in fact grown up. When we in fact do grow up, we think back at our youth and laugh because we thought growing up was the most wondrous thing to accomplish, but now, more than ever, we crave for our youth; for the days we would sit in the grass and daydream of what we are to become when we grow up; and finally for the days when life was simple and we could imagine it any which way we wanted it and no one could do a thing about it. "A grownup is a child with layers on."–Woody

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'grown up' isn't as fun as the idea of growing up."

Growing up I was surrounded by people. People were the reasons I came out my shell, and why I blossomed into the person I am today. People at school, around my community, or even at home. The people that have come in and out of my life has shaped me to be the person I am today. Whenever I first came to Belton, I was so shy. The only time I would speak is when I had to. Like answering my mother or communicating with the teachers a school. I had witnessed something at such a young age that traumatized me for such a long time. Overtime, I began began to grow and start reaching out more. Asking for the things I needed or expressing my emotions instead of bottling everything up. Coming to a larger town is what I am truly thankful for. Without this move there is no way I would be able to talk to people or stand up for people like I do today. Who knew that a town of around 27,000 people could change a person? Aside from the town developing me; a key component in my life, a pawn in my game of chess, a person who helped shape my the...show more content...

Is what is a common drive in most people. It is also my drive to help make the world a better place. Because of my mother and my brother, I strive to be better and do better. My mother has taught me to open up as an individual and to express my inner being. My brother taught me to look at the world with curiosity and with desire. These blessings showed me how to be real and capable of doing all things that come my way. My surroundings growing up, and until this very moment, has made me the person that I am today. This is so important, because it shows who I am beyond a transcript or a resume. It shows that I am so much bigger than myself, and that I can achieve great things. My community, close family, and my peers at school each influenced me to become a bigger and better person who is ready to take on the outside world, capable of juggling things that come my way, and the drive to make the world a better place one goal at a

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Our years growing up weren't always fun and games. Things between me and my older brother were often hectic and violent. Were three years apart and for the first 6 years of me being alive I shared a room with this nasty, booger picking, trash throwing little boy. It was not fun. One day we came home from school and I went straight to my room and played with my barbies and I completely forgot I was supposed to play Just Dance with him after school and he was so mad when and hour passed and i was still sitting on my floor making my two barbies fight each other. He stormed in my room, he took the blonde barbie out of my hand and grabbed her feet and i just saw him completely mutilate my favorite doll. I was so angry i screamed at the top of my

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Growing up is never easy. Everyone, from the moment we're born to the moment we leave to fend for ourselves, is told how to be themselves; how to act, talk, walk, think, feel, and believe. Eventually we reach a point in our lives where we figure out how to live for ourselves rather than blindly accepting what we're told. We begin to discover ourselves as life progresses, learning about our passions, talents, strengths, weaknesses, and orientations. Growing up is never easy, but it's an uphill battle when it comes to accepting and dealing with a differing sexual and romantic orientation. Trudging through a flurry of mental illnesses, nights of emotionally charged arguments and deafening yells thrown between relatives, self–image issues due to...show more content...

It took several years to figure out that I wasn't statistically normal when it came to who I wanted to love. It began with frantic doubt. Sleepless nights and thoughts consumed with the inevitable truth, a truth that burns like ice in a clenched fist. Then it became fear. Panic takes over with every conversation, terrified of what everyone would think; A heartbeat faster than a hummingbird's when something slips and I hope no one noticed. I lost my faith somewhere in the middle, unable to cope with the war between my feelings and God; I couldn't continue to believe in a God that claims my love as abominable. Eventually a certain kind of darkness took over, a darkness that's relentless at every time of the day, one which engulfs my every thought and action. I began to lose people, yet I felt I couldn't even try to stop it. I struggled to keep my academic success as a constant, because it became my only reliable source of accomplishment. It grew into a sense of isolation and rejection. Locked in my room, away from family and friends, I was unable to properly maintain any kind of friendship without a depressive thought eating away at me from, "They don't actually like you," to, "You're never going to be good enough." I gained some friends from anxiety:

dermatillomania (skin picking disorder), compulsive onychophagia (nail biting), morsicatio buccarum (compulsive biting of the inner cheek), morsicatio labiorum (compulsive biting of the lips) and insomnia. Each became disruptive to my life, affecting my sleep patterns, my confidence, and self–image. Eventually it boiled down to a conclusion: I accepted my homosexuality despite the negativity that came with it, and I needed

My life growing up was an utter blur. I was young and had absolutely no idea what was going on. My brothers and I jumped from house to house and constantly became some stranger's responsibility. Losing my mother to drugs, which resulted in me taking care of my younger siblings. Because I was growing up in many settings and going through difficult obstacles, it allowed me to grow into the strong person that I am today. Growing up I suffered from the constant guilt that my mother left because of us kids. She turned to drugs when she struggled to keep it together. She also suffered from many mental illnesses; like bipolar disorder, depression, and anxiety. The constant mood swings and depression certainly affected my brothers and I. She had...show more content... She even made us go to the bathroom in a bucket. She was also very harsh with the beatings. She would call us worthless and make comments like "Even your own mother didn't want you." We would get whacked for no valid reason. The condition of living was no longer tolerable; however, I couldn't say anything to anyone because I was petrified that my brothers and I would get split up and be put into a much worse home. After about a month or two of living in this horrid environment, our social worker came and temporarily placed us with our grandparents. After being taken out of foster care, my grandparents were granted temporary custody of us until my father arrived home from the navy. Within the first couple months they were great. We participated infamily dinners every night and actively did fun things like playing games and going out. We loved living there, until they got bored of us. They became very impatient with us and would become enraged when we would ask them for anything. I tried relieving any issues of theirs by having them come to me. My grandma occasionally made dinner but for the most part I made them food. I was changing diapers for my one–year–old brother Camron at the time and attempting to potty training my three–year–old brother Nathan. Cooking and cleaning became a routine of mine. Living with them wasn't too bad, we didn't have to endure the constant abuse. I was playing the role

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Growing up as an only child, you learn lessons about life earlier than most kids. I learn that you have done everything yourself. There is no one else to blame when there is trouble. I moved seven times, meaning I have lived in seven different houses or places. With moving that many times I learned to not get attached to people or places. For school, I ended up moving to four different school districts. Two of the school districts being private and the other two public schools. My experiences from both types of schools gave me an insight to how people do things in life. Therefore, I got the chance at a young age to meet at various people that live in our country. I'm first generation born and raised in the United States. Both my parents went to college in the...show more content...

If you were to convert the cost over there back then it is drastically different. My parents have always worried about money. They have been afraid that they would not have enough. Therefore this led them to always wanting to work. They had the usual immigrant story coming to this country. My mom was very lucky to come to the country, though a working visa. My dad was able to come along due to being married. They didn't know anyone and had left all of their family behind. I learned that I have to work hard since my parents gave up so much to give me a better future. They grew up in a third world country where they had to focus more on survival than experiencing life. It motivates me to thrive and make them proud.

When it was my sophomore year in high school, I was going through I rough time. I had experienced so much that I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to continue with life. I was simply tired of trying and fighting because it all felt hopeless to me. Then on June 5, 2017, in the early morning, I wanted

Growing up, no one really knows what to expect from, well, much of anything. We learn from the world around us which isn't always kind but isn't exactly evil in the same sense. We choose to perceive the world around us by the way we observe it and the things we are exposed to our life times. Personally, I've lived these highs–and–lows quite frequently and never knew when the next thing would give me a fresh look on the life I am living. I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts; raised by a young, hardworking mother and a grandmother who often took over the role as two parents in one. I was a quirky kid with an even stranger younger brother of whom is only 2 years younger than I. We didn't get along from a young age and often, we could be

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'Growing Up' by Joyce Cary (page 73)

Joyce Cary – a man – was born in 1888 and died in 1957. This short story gives no hint of the adventurous and varied life of the writer himself. He was born in Northern Ireland and was educated at Oxford, before taking part in the Balkan War and then moving to Nigeria as a civil servant and a soldier. He was married with four sons. Although some of his novels and short stories reflect his experiences in Africa, he also wrote about art and politics. This short story looks at children and two of Cary's novels were directly concerned with childhood. Themes Children and growing up is the central theme of this story, as it is with several of the other stories in the Anthology. However, the central character...show more content... Ls. 92 – 106 describes the girls' violent behaviour and wild appearance. They are aggressive and they frighten Robert Quick, because to defend himself he would have to hurt them. What is Cary's message about the relationships of parents and children? What, in your opinion, is he saying about children here? On line 105 we see that they are now attacking him alongside the dog, they have turned into little wild animals. Ls. Ls 117–119 comment on Robert Quick's thoughts about his relationships with Kate and Jenny. He is frightened by their unexpected violent reactions to him that went beyond a game and finished so suddenly. L 129 says 'she was playing the stern nurse'. The children's aggression suddenly disappears and they become concerned for their father. Do you think this kind of role play is realistic? Decide what Joyce Cary is saying about children and their parents. Ls 141 – 146 show the girls adopting a different conformist role. They look like perfect daughters at their mother's tea party. Is their behaviour in the garden more shocking because they are girls? Would it have been understandable for a boy to behave like this? What do you think Joyce Cary is saying about women/girls? These girls are both on the point of becoming adults and Robert Quick recognises that they are growing up. Ls– 151 – 152 mention a boy who has behaved in a delinquent manner by taking his Get more content

Growing Up On My Own

Growing up was burdensome. I grew up with my mother, father, and two sisters. Everyone in my family, including myself, were all born in the city of Saigon all the way on the other side of the world in an "S" shaped state called Vietnam. My family migrated to America hoping to seek a better life. When we arrived, everyone in the family had not one clue on what these strange, different ethnicity people were saying. Yes, we have come to America, the land of prominent English speaking language, without knowing a single word in the english diction. This big move have impacted our lives tremendously. It was late summer as we started to settle in the land of opportunities. My parents' goals were fixated on providing my sisters and I the education we needed. They spent all their time working hard to provide for the family, leaving them no spare time for such things like ESL courses. Considering my parents' ignorance in the English language, I am bound to instill knowledge to myself and learn ...show more content...

During my high school career, I have found a love for volleyball. I joined the volleyball team my junior year as libero and captain of the junior varsity team. After my first year, I was once again announced as the libero and captain of my team, but no longer am I just on the junior varsity team, this time I was in the varsity team itself. Along the way, I have become the manager for the boy's volleyball team as well and it was an unforgettable experience. My parents on the other hand, were very unsupportive with my athletic life. They do not like how volleyball practices and games have taken over my time for the couple of months we are in season for. Therefore, it has been brought upon myself to keep up with volleyball by going to mandatory practices as well non mandatory ones to keep myself consistent. I was very persistent with my self motivation and determination; I wanted to be good for

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Growing up

Growing up is something we all have to face regardless of our age, gender, social or cultural status. Growing up is a gradual ladder toward changing (developing) from a naГЇve child into a mature adult. This change is shaped by the influential people and experiences we have met along the way. Growing up is not an easy process in most cases, but with proper support and positive guidance growing up can be the most rewarding experience. Through the journey of growing up we adopt a sense of responsibility and independence. Growing up is the difference between being told what to do and what decisions to make to making your own decisions and choosing the path you think is right. Becoming independent is one of the most frightening...show more content...

A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult. Fast forward a couple years to 2013, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. This was not and still is not an easy thing to have to deal with. This lady who was always this strong person who wouldn't take crap from anyone has now been beaten down too sick to get out of bed. Our roles have switched now I take care of her, I lie with her for countless hours making sure she is okay just as she did when I was a kid. My mom comes to me for security and reassurance now, I have to be there for her and stay strong. I had to learn to talk to her without crying every time I looked at her. When you were a child yourparent crying was one of the scariest things so I have had to do the same for her. This has ultimately pushed me to young adult hood. I had to deal with this huge emotional disaster and the woman who I usually run to for advice was the center of the