Personal Narrative: Little Miss Shirley Temple

“I want that pony!” The annoying whiney voice of Little Miss Shirley Temple said. It wasn’t actually Shirley Temple but this girl had blonde curls that bounced with every step she took and she wore frilly dresses to schools everyday, she thought she was the queen and all of the rest of the class was mere peasants. After so long of knowing how annoying Little Miss Shirley Temple was, and learning that none of the boys in the class gave her one glance whereas all the girls would bow down to her every need, I realized that being like other little girls wasn’t what my intentions. That week my annoying dresses got ditched and put on clothes that were supposed to be worn while riding 4-wheelers, yes that included the boots and sometimes my helmet.
Walking into to school with my head held high and a game plan in mind was the best thing my five year old self could ever do. That day we were making matching tie dye shirts for us and our families, mine were everyone's favorite colors, I sat down in the sand box when everyone was finished and I played with the dinosaur I had brought with the Hot Wheels I was scared to take anywhere, because Shirley Temple made fun of me. Once I learned that I didn't need a bully to boss me around I became the topic of conversation around the playground, my teachers, and the other students were very amazed with I did and I ended up making two friends that I could never forget. Carson was the kid that was always covered in mud and always had a new bruise to show off, Dylan was a mini soccer player that always knew his dad could beat your dad up, until he realized my father beat his dad in the state champion wrestling match in Oregon. We became inseparable, my father wasn't too happy about me having guy best friends but it worked out. That is how I learned girls had petty drama and I wanted no part of it, which I didn't know then, but actually affected my life in so many ways.
Terrible Threes ¨You are so stupid!¨ My third grade teacher did not like me at all, if you can't tell. I ended up moving to Boise Idaho in the third grade, and I left Oregon willingly, which would never happen again. It was a lunch break which meant I had to go sit in my third grade class with my third grade friends, and we all had to stay and get extra help with everything that we did that day. My parents were going through a nasty divorce and my mom was fighting stage four breast cancer, which has a 22% living rate. You could say my third grade year was absolutely terrible. I had friends but I knew I was going to leave them at the end of the year so I didn’t try too hard to do anything and to get attached. I learned that not trying to make friends meant that I was not trying at school, which led me to the day I got called stupid by my teacher. My teacher made me feel like I couldn’t accomplish anything and that I would never amount to anything. Instead of giving up on school I took my negative energy and pushed myself so that I could go to recess and not sit in my class, which I did do. At the end of the year I learned that I had some good grades and that I was one of the best readers, and my family got the news that my mom was cancer free. In that moment I thought it was the worst year of my life, but that year made me the person I am and made me a person that works for what I want. 5 Friends I Met in The Fifth Grade I cried at the end of summer, I did not like school whatsoever.
That kid that thought they were insanely athletic because they played one sport, and they weren’t even that good? Yeah, that was me. It was my second year of basketball and my first club year, and I didn’t know it the but basketball shortly took over my life, to the point that I was practicing three times a day with older teams and I practiced so much that I made myself dehydrated and had to spend the night in a hospital for the first time, I’ve done that three times since. I had made a lot of friends from basketball and a lot of my friends found me because I would go to the parks basketball hoops everyday. I met some kids that I could never forget, and if it wasn’t for them I probably wouldn’t of became a good student. Maddie, the nerd of the group that everyone went to for help on the math homework. Ashton, the guy that was a jock and a art nerd who also made you over look his best friend. Carson, the best friend that you overlooked but soon learned that he was actually the brains of the operation and was the nicest, funniest, and not so brightest guy. Alyvia, captured you with her pretty smile and everyone thought she was fake, but is actually the nicest girl you could ever meet, also Ashton’s twin. Amanda and Adam, the twins that actually were best friends, they would do everything together, and soon I got adopted into their family and their parents would even get my name mixed up with their dogs’ names.
Then add me, a kid who is poor compared to all of my friends and had an all red outfit that didn’t even match. They were all best friends and I always wanted to be apart of their group, and I was welcomed with opened arms, which that group never did. Our group had the most fun and we were friends with everyone even though we had our tight knit family. I met them all and they were insanely smart so I had to work hard to catch up with them, once I did I just kept going till I was one of the best students along with Maddie. School will come to an end and I would go back to basketball games with my sister and my mom freezing the AC, it happens every summer. What I didn’t realize is there was secret sixth friend that I had subconsciously waiting for. She was always there, inviting me to things that I could never go to because of basketball, and living right around the corner, not even twenty feet away. Her name was Jenna, and she was the most fun, she didn’t have many friends and she kept to herself but you would end up making her a mini me monster. You would wake up at five in the morning just to run to her house just so you guys could waste the day at the park, until ten o’clock at night when you would get pried away just to do the same thing tomorrow. Little did you know but you would move and lose contact with all of them except the one who you now know, is the one who truly mattered.
Sixth Suxs My hair had grown, I had traded every article of clothing I had for basketball shorts and Nike sweatshirts. I was a completely different person from my third grade self. Going back to Boise to go to the same schools you went to three years ago was no what I wanted to do. My mom loaded me up kicking and screaming while my sister was happy to leave. Life had finally gotten good for me and it seemed as if the ruf was being pulled out from under me. The moment I walked back into Maple Grove Elementary I knew that no one was the same and that I would probably have to make new friends. My first day at Maple Grove was actually a day that we were going on a field trip to Bogus, and that is where I met some girls that were my best friends then made me miss school for two whole weeks. I found these said girls at Bugos when I was mumbling lyrics to some Eminem song and they all thought I was freestyling, they soon learned most Eminem songs and random facts about him because he was my inspiration. After the summer and winter had finally gone by it was almost the end of the year and my so called friends gave me a note telling me I was no good and I was the worst friend any of them had ever had, that they only kept me around because they felt bad for me. That night my mom found the note in the trash and me in bed by five o’clock pm, to say my mom was unhappy would be an understatement. My mom dragged me to schools the next day for a meeting with the counselor and the principal, on the way into the school I saw one of the girls and she tried to stop me but me being the very sophisticated and business like sixth grader I was I smiled at her and told her no thank you. Needless to say they gave me two weeks off school, which I used to read and watch a bunch of tv. That experience made me learn that if people really want to be by your side they will fight to stay there, they won’t give up.
Cats Have Nine Lives Basketball was the only thing I was sure of, the only thing I knew I wanted in my life.
All my friends had gone crazy for the other gender and I had stayed calm and collected instead of a chicken with my head cut off. Staying level headed was never my job, I was always the loud and annoying one that everyone had a love hate relationship with. It was in the middle of PE when I realized I was not on the path I wanted to be on. It actually happened as a guy hit me in the head with a basketball and I saw my best friend, at the time, wasting her time on her phone while I was practicing three pointers. In that moment I had never been so sure that I needed change and I needed it then, so I walked right up to the girl who had her nose shoved up her phone and told her that if she didn’t stop controlling who I was friends with and who I couldn’t be friends with then I would have to find friends that understood me. The truth is she was a really great friend, but we didn’t see eye to eye, she never wanted to hangout, and I am a grade A adventurer. She got mad and spread rumors about me, and being the sophisticated and business like ninth grader I was, I told everyone what a good friend she really was when we first started to hangout and that we just had our different ideas of what true friendship is, which was 100% the truth. That girl had this idea that you could only be friends with her and no one else, and I was the complete opposite, I wanted to be friends with everyone. My mom was
so proud to call me her daughter. After I had put things together I decided to play another season of basketball for AAU, a tournament team, to make new friends and to play the game I love. I had the worst shot out of everyone on all my old teams, then I practiced and I made five three pointers in that season alone, and I like to think it’s because I let the negative energy in my life go. I had a hard time telling people that I wanted to live a happy life and not be pulled down constantly by people who were negative and mad all the time, and that puts me where I am today. Right now I’m overall a happier person and I am really glad that I have gone and dealt with everything I have because it made me who I am today. And that cat I mentioned? Yeah, we got a cat and he is where I think all my negative energy went, he is angry and mean. Everyone in my family and all of my sister and I’s friends call him Lucifer or the devil. I think that one of the phases of my life went into my cat.