Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Big Girl

When I was a little girl, all I wanted was to grow up and be like the big girls. That was my dream. I wanted to stay up late. I wanted to drive. I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted to play varsity basketball like the big girls I saw on the court. I wanted to go to college just like them. I had no idea the real meaning behind any of these activities. Now that I have experienced all these activities, I can’t seem to think of anything better than being a little girl again. As a little girl, I lived a carefree life where the worst thing that happened was someone stuck their tongue out at me. I never realized that growing up would be so complicated. In sixth grade, my dad had an accident at work. He broke his leg and became immobile for sixth
My accident has made me a stronger person. I can now handle difficulties with ease. It’s made me realize how grateful I am to live and how thankful I am to have my family and loved ones. I know that although I consider myself an adult, I still have a lot of growing up to do. I have many lessons yet to learn. When I was little I had no idea what events life would throw at me. Looking back, I wouldn’t change any of them. They’ve helped me develop who I am. As a little girl, I didn’t understand that the big kids only stayed up late because they had to get schoolwork done. I couldn’t grasp that driving a vehicle was such a big responsibility with many risks accompanying it. I didn’t realize that having a boyfriend meant more than having a guy friend. Now that I’ve been playing varsity basketball for three years, I recognize that I now have little girls looking up at me with wide eyes, dreaming about the day they can step into my shoes. They’re who I used to be and one day they’ll be in my shoes. They’ll be my age and they’ll want nothing more than to be little again. Just like I did. Someday they’ll have similar experiences like me. They’ll become stronger, wiser, and smarter. They’ll be ready to take on the world. Just like