Personal Narrative: When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up…
What do you want to be when you grow up? This question has been asked by every adult in my life, it seems. My answer has never stayed the same. When I was younger, I wanted to do it all. From a lifeguard, a home designer, to a mom and a teacher, it all sounded exciting to me. With so many choices to choose from, how was I supposed to pick just one? It was not until I was in fifth grade, that I had a true grasp on what I wanted in my life. Who would have thought a short business trip with my dad would have such an impact on me? I learned that choosing what to do with my life is not an affliction, but rather an opportunity to find happiness. I have always looked up to my dad, as he is the hardest worker I know. After a long

I hugged my mom and siblings, said goodbye, and ran out the door. I felt like a grownup, as I sat next to my dad in the front seat during the ride to the airport. Do not get me wrong being a kid is great, but there is nothing better than feeling “like a grownup.” We got to the airport, checked our suitcases, and made our way through security. There were people everywhere. I had been on many flights before, but I was always enamored by the amount of people that surroundedb me in the airport. I clutched my backpack and held my head high as I strutted through the airport with my dad next to me. My dad got us breakfast and we waited to board the plane. I looked at my dad with amazement, as he glared out the window and watched the incoming planes. What was it that drew me to my dad? I wondered. At the time, I could not quite wrap my head around what made my dad so special. We boarded our plane and enjoyed a nice flight to Minnesota. When we got there, we picked up a shiny red rental car and headed to the hotel. “Make sure to be on your best behavior tonight,” my dad reminded me. I rolled my eyes, as this was a saying one would say to a kid. I am not a kid, I reassured