As I began to breeze through my childhood and adolescent years, the relationship between my family and me changed along with my age. When I was just a child, between the ages of one and thirteen, my parents and I shared a bond of learning about my surroundings and discovering new things about the world. During the time period in which I was 13-15 years old, my parents spent our time together helping me decide about my future and the kind of people I should be associating with. Now, at the age of 16, we can share more than just a guardian to child relationship, but we enjoy a friendlier bond which seems to me that we can now be on the same level of authority because as I matured, my parents began to trust me more. Of course, I don’t have the privilege of having complete control of my life just yet, but I’m beginning to feel the freedom of being independent as a result of the lessons and morals my parents have taught me.
The first time period of my life, which I consider to be my childhood (between the ages of 1-13), my parents taught me about the world. For us, the world included topics and values such as those of our extended family, friends, education, religion (for me, this was Hinduism), respect, playing, learning, and most importantly, sharing, for as a child, the parents knew the importance of their child learning to cooperate well with others they spend time with. I learned about the importance of respecting those older than me and accepting God in Hinduism. Most importantly, my father shared with me the significance of education and learning what was taught in school. He would guide me through my schooling in this way for the rest of my adolescent years as well.
The second period of my life, a time in which maturing began (ages 13-15), revolved around understanding what’s right and wrong in life. My parents began to teach me values that I could only understand at this age and not when I was a child. This caused