Example Of Personal Narrative

My Story You know my name, my grade averages, my test scores and just a bit more. What I plan on doing is to open up my world beyond my name and statistics. I grew up in what I thought was to be a nice quaint town full of friendly strangers, heartfelt neighbors, and one of the finest families. What I learned when growing up was not everything is how you see it as a child. What I once thought was a friendly neighbor was actually a woman intimate with my father. What was one of my mother’s best friends was actually her partner in an affair. My life was falling apart at the seams and piling up with stress. What I thought was the end of my life was actually just the beginning of adulthood.
One of the biggest struggles I faced started at the introduction of my high school experience when I had just begun to reorganize my life. Shortly after school had started relatives were experiencing some hardships, thus leading my family to have eight

I had to help out a lot with my 4 and 5 year old cousins and a 14 year old who was addicted to drugs and having suicidal thoughts. My high school career did not only consist of a stack of textbooks by my bedside, late night study sessions, and dreadful early mornings, but also the unexpected peer pressure from relatives and friends, along with my constant attempt to calm my eldest cousin down from her rages and drug attempts. My schedule was jam packed with the consistent routine of school, work, dance, and homework, but eventually I had to start helping with the new addition of people in our house. At first I resented letting them into our house. I hated having to share everything with everyone. The one thing that got me through the day and always looked forward to was my dance rehearsals. This is the one time I got to put