Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Kid

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Growing up as a kid I had no sense of the real world. I woke up, went to school every day, and saw the same kids I saw every single day for 12 years. Life didn’t change a whole lot while being a kid. Yeah I had my experience with death, personal mistakes, and “hardships” along the road to transform me into to where I am now. Everything that I have seen in my life made me the man I am today, and good or bad I am forever grateful for that. It only makes sense I give a little background of myself before I start talking about the emergence of becoming my adulthood. I grew up in a primarily white middle-class neighborhood that was filled with kids that worked a hell of a lot harder than I did. Starting elementary school I was loud, obnoxious, and …show more content…

The second path was a very dark, and upsetting path that I saw many kids go down. I obviously chose path one, kept the girlfriend, and really changed my life in the correct direction. My grades were at an all-time high, I picked up Track and Field, and ended up being alright at. As a junior in high school, I had finally started to understand that I have a long road of education ahead of me and I need to start taking my school work seriously. I still had that teenage attitude to me (still comes out today) but my family was understanding that I wanted to go to college and pursue something related to business. With my father being a CPA accountant, and my mom being in the Marketing department for a good majority of her life I really didn’t have much choice outside of the business world. Don’t get me wrong… I love my major and I love what I do, however, my interests and career path were partially influenced by my parents. I’m forever grateful for my family, and everything they do for me because they left life up to

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