Personal Narrative: My Monkey Bar

All my life I’ve been fat. When I was a girl, my fatness made the monkey bars incredibly hard, but I decided that I was going to persevere and do them anyway. I have never let anything stand in the way of my success, especially myself. I conquered my school’s jungle gym so successfully you could easily compare it to Alexander the Great. Since I was stubborn and wouldn't allow all my struggles to stand in the way of my eventual success, I steadily improved my monkey bar skills, and I consistently use that knowledge and perseverance in my average life. As a budding adolescent, I was blessed with the important skill of determination. The fact that my friends, with ease, could just climb around on the monkey bars that seemingly reached miles

I did have my good share of hardships and tribulations that I had to power through since the world did not grant me the fortune of immense amounts of upper body strength. I receive many lacerations on my adorable young hands and legs, but I took my bloody knees and my aching hands and I kept going. Every single day of my fifth summer, I happily rode my bike the whole three blocks to the school. I still remember vividly the wooden playground accented with the tackiest mustard colored plastic. There were eight bars that stood away from me and success. I could seldom keep myself up long, my feeble arms shaking as I struggle to swing them forward. All that didn’t matter though because my skills were steadily growing day by day. My blistered hands ultimately turned into hard calloused skin that mildly resembled a construction worker's hands. Honestly, if my ability as a young child impresses you mildly then imagine how incredibly pertinacious I am

I was perpetually practicing to create my chef-d'oeuvre. I set a goal to myself every day on what I needed to achieve, and I worked my butt off doing it. I always celebrated the small achievements, even if it was that I fell off less than I had yesterday. I eventually succeeded at the smaller monkey bars with pride, and soon decided it was time to move on to the large ones, that had 20ish rungs with 25% of them being unstable. Few in the school had ever actually made it all the way across without some kind of help, but that didn't stop me from trying. Without hard work, you can’t really reach any of your goals, big or small. I know this first hand and it makes me continuously strive to better my