Personal Narrative: My Childhood Development

Most children develop pretty similarly. They are born, they learn to crawl then walk and then run. My life didn’t start that way. I was born in February of 1994 in Redwood City, California to two loving parents. My parents were in their late twenties when they had me and were anxious to start a family. They had been married for seven years by the time I was born so I was brought into a very stable environment. Although my mother had taken good care of herself throughout her pregnancy, my health upon birth was not what they expected it to be. My mother recalls seeing me for the first and asking the nurse what was on my back. It was soon realized that I had a closed meingocele on the lower section of my back meaning that I had Spina Bifida.
Within an hour, I was placed into a bulletproof box and taken across the hospital to be watched closely. Since my meingocele was
We eventually moved into a brand new development in Pleasanton, California. My parents quickly made friends with the other young families that had moved in around us and I soon joined a playgroup. I remember this time as one filled with children playing in the streets, barbeques, potlucks and fun. Around age three, my parents enrolled me at Gingerbread Preschool. After a few months of attending preschool, I began asking for a baby sister. I remember noticing that many of the kids at my school had babies in their family and wanting one in my own family.
Due to my medical history, any child that my parents had after me had a much higher risk of having the same birth defect. My parents began taking all preventive measures possible so that this child would not experience the same difficulties I had. In July of that year, my little sister was born in Walnut Creek, California. I was immediately infatuated and loved spending as much time I could with her. Thankfully, she was not born with Spina Bifida to the great joy of my