Personal Narrative: Growing Up

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Growing up I was a very naive and straightforward kid who believe that the world is a wonderful place filled with opportunities. I was a dreamer living in my own little, ideal fantasy. Of course, life is not a straight line that will carry you from point A to point B. It is a road filled with curves, hills, and holes that sucks you into a never ending cycle of disappointment. Elementary school was where my dream crashed and burned. I expected friends and fun, but all I got was rejections and discrimination. “Be mature”, a constant phrase that creeps out of my beloved parents mouth. It is like a venomous snake striking my weakest point. It is not that I should be mature. I never had a choice but to be mature in order to survive the harsh reality

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