Personal Narrative: From Childhood To Adulthood

As a teenager, you are always told that you are either “Too old for this” or “Too young for that.” It always seemed to me that my parents wanted me to grow up and be independent, but they also wanted me to be their baby forever. The problem is, sorry parents, you can’t be a kid and an adult at the same time. Shocker, I know, but it is the honest truth.
In my life there were two events where I realized that I was actually making it to adulthood: the year my sister left for college and the year my mom started her second job. Now, neither one of these may sound life changing to you, but they affected me in more ways than I can describe.
The year my sister left for college, was the first year that I was the only child at home. As a result of being the only child left at home, I got all the attention every day, but I also got to do all of the chores. During this transition time, my parents looked to me to fill in the gaps that my sister had filled in when she lived at home. This meant that I needed to do a few extra chores while also growing up some more. I couldn’t be the “little sister that

doesn’t have to do as much” anymore, but I think that the effect it had on me was purely positive.
Now the big transition into “adulthood” happened this past year school, junior year.

I was always told that junior year was the most important year of your high school career, whether that is true or not, I believed it. The summer before school started, I knew that the school year was not going to be like every other, not just because it was going to be serious at school, but it was also going to be serious at home. My mom had decided to take a second part-time job, making her work schedule basically a full-time job. This meant that someone would have to step into her shoes to do all the cooking and the cleaning that she had done. My dad worked a full-time job too, so that left nobody other than me to do the job. This meant that I had to go to school, come home, clean the house, make dinner and somehow also figure time in to do extracurricular

activities.
Now for a sixteen year old, it at first seemed like too much to handle, but I had no other choice. As I tip-toed into the school year with my new responsibilities, I was slowly but surely getting everything done that needed to be done. After a few short months, I was breezing through going to school, making dinner and cleaning every day. Sometimes I would have to decline going out with friends for the day and what not, but I finally felt like I could balance everything.
These two transitions in my life made me realize that I was getting older and I need to take on more responsibilities. Through both of them, I grew up and became an adult. I can honestly say that I do not feel like a kid anymore. I feel like I am an adult.