Essay About My Only Child

I wouldn’t consider myself a child anymore, but I don’t feel as if I am an adult just yet. I just turned nineteen recently, and I’m a freshman in college. I have short black hair, eyes that look black even though they are actually dark brown, and recently started growing some facial hair. I come from a small town where everyone knows each other, and for the most part everyone gets along. My parents were high school sweethearts, and have been married been married for the past fifteen years. My parents both work in the medical field, my mom is a registered nurse and my dad is a pharmacist at his families’ pharmacy. I don’t consider myself an only child even through my little sister died in a car accident when she was seven. She was my world, and I dreamed of being the best

After the incident my parents didn’t try for another child, so that left me to be “the only child”. They took great pride in me afterwards, by paying more attention to me and showering me with the nicest gifts. I hate to say it but I really took advantage of that by getting all the latest gadgets and nicest clothes. In middle school I was just like any other child, still trying to figure myself out. I was very short and stout during my middle school years. Sometimes I look back and think what was going in my life and what was I thinking. However, during my high school years it all changed as I begin to slim down and sprout up. I’m currently 6’3, and about 180 pounds. Looking back at how I used to look in middle school, I would have never thought I’d have such a positive transformation. I can’t deny that the showering of my parents didn’t aid in this drastic transformation. I now dress and carry myself way better than before. I love to dress up, and by that I mean dressing like I have a purpose even it’s a quick trip to the store for a candy bar. Hats are my favorite things to