My Identity Narrative

This is a personal story of mine. The story takes place during most of my adolescence. It is my journey through different homes and schools. It begins more than a decade ago. In this experience, there were many friends and family members. Changing schools and homes a few times is an experience that I believe had an impact that helped shape my identity.

My first school and hometown was in Porterville, California. I was young and lived there in at least two different homes that I can remember. Both homes were nice and the neighbors were friendly. I went to a small school that had two classes for each grade, kindergarten to eighth. I had many friends throughout the three years I was there. In kindergarten, I was a careless student who acted as the class clown. In the first grade, my strict teacher helped me become a more serious student. My favorite cousins also went to my school and I have lots of fond memories of going to their home after school. One of my most favorite memories is when I went on a field trip to Monterrey Bay with my father. A very fortunate coincidence was that my uncle and his father were also at Monterrey Bay that same day with their Selma school. During this time period I was much more outgoing and sociable.

The reason for the change was that my step-father made us move to Dinuba, his hometown. I was anxious about beginning school in Kingsburg because I had not known anyone there. Luckily for myself, I was in a class with many friendly students. After a while, I found a group of friends and continued through each year making new friendships and taking school seriously. Although some of my friends weren't the most well-behaved kids, I didn't let them negatively influence me. During my four years in Kingsburg, I was shy but was able to make many different friends and performed well in