Personal Narrative: My Childhood Environment

Throughout my life I’ve had multiple individuals ask me how my childhood environment has

impacted me and until now I never really gave anyone a straight answer because I didn’t really

know the answer. But now going into my senior year, and on the verge of becoming an adult I’m

just now starting to reflect on how it has molded me into the person I am today.

From the very beginning my parents weren’t together resulting in me only getting to see

my father on some weekends even than I didn’t. Ever since the split up though they didn’t really

act quite right my mother was more or less a heavier drinker than most, and my dad wasn’t there

for me emotionally like other dads are. But there two people who were there and practically

raised me
and those would have to me my grandma, and my Nana… Don’t get me wrong my

parents did everything they could to raise me by those two individuals did the most. The only

downside to my grandma and Nana raising me is that they lived in one of the most crime, and

gang oriented neighborhoods in Omaha, Nebraska. Statistically Omaha has the highest black on

black crime rate in the country. With that being said I was one of the lightest skinned people in

my neighborhood, and my family which consisted of Mexicans, and mixed/black people. But

even through growing up around drugs, crime, gangs, and all the adversity everywhere I went I

still managed to not have a criminal record, not drop out of high school, an even so I’m going to

be graduating from Burnet High school, and be the first one in my family to go straight to

college from out of high school. So to be completely honest with you I think I turned out alright

and I my life is only just getting started