Personal Narrative: Growing Up In My Life

Growing up, I’ve had a hard time being socially active. I was the shy girl that everyone knew. Although being shy was my only way of being safe from others. I trusted only the people in my family. The reason for my shyness’ is: I didn’t trust people to not make fun of me, my birth father and his family didn’t like me, but I did trust my stepfather. My stepfather, has been my father since I was 3 years old, I call him dad and my birthfather I don’t call him anything since he’s never allowed to see me again. I had one friend growing up, his name was and is Seth Garner. I met him when I was 3 years old. Out of all the kids at the school, he was the only one that I could be myself around. While he was my friend, all the other kids would make fun of me to my face or behind my back. Why would they tease me? I know that I am not like other people. I know that I have a disability, but what I don’t know is why everyone had to make fun of me for it. Seth, although he was the favorite one of all the students, the popular kid, he still went out of his way to show me that I actually mattered. He taught me to say “no” or “stop” to the people hurting
me. Before he came, even though I didn’t want them to throughout the years, I still let them hurt me. It never actually mattered to me.
Since elementary school, I’ve been joining any sports team and choir team that I can, so that I can try and get over my shyness.
I still played all those sports, just not on any teams; although I am still on the volleyball and basketball team. I’ve sang a few solos in choir, which helped a little bit. I was on basketball for 6 years, volleyball for 4 years, track and dance for one year, cheerleading for 10 years, swim team for 6 years, and I sang in choir for almost 12 years. Being on all these teams have helped with my shyness throughout the years. It was hard at first being on all these teams, because I knew that people could finally hear me. Sports helped with my getting bullied by instead of hurting someone, I would forcefully spike or serve the ball. It was hard to face everyone that hurt me every day, but I got through
it.
Around the start of seventh grade, I met another friend by the name of Martrell Spaight. I spent almost every other day with him. His parents made me food at their restaurant, called Feastros. Their food is all homemade. When you walk into Featros, it smells like the food on Thanksgiving Day. When Tenth grade came to an end, I found out that I’d be moving almost 4 hours away from Seth to finish off my high school years. My dad got a higher up job. Moving from Southwest Little Rock to Fayetteville was hard, since I was moving away from my lifelong friend. I’d tell myself; maybe these last few years of school will be easier. The new school, Fayetteville High School, is ten times bigger than my old school. So, not everyone will know me. The good thing though is I will get to see my friend Martrell Spaight play for the Razorbacks play more often than I already did.