Personal Narrative: My Life In Scottsdale, Arizona

I was born in Scottsdale, Arizona on March 15th, 1999. I lived in Arizona until I was five years old. My brother Ben is two years older than me which is the perfect age difference to create competition between us. When Ben found something new to do, I had to do it too. It didn’t matter that I just turned three years old, I had to ride my bike without training wheels because Ben just did. Now I can’t remember exactly what I thought watching him do this, but I can assume I wanted to be like him. So when my dad was done helping Ben, I asked to have my training wheels taken off so that I could give it a try. Reluctantly, my dad did and when we got to the top of the hill he gave me a push to start and I ended up losing control and crashing into a cactus. Even with that initial bad experience of riding without training wheels, I still wanted to be like my brother. This admiration quickly had me riding a loop around my house daily so as to improve my skills.
I would sit by him and have him teach me the stuff that he was learning. I think seeing my brother prioritize school at such a young age helped me succeed academically. I should also mention that It was during this time that my mother and father divorced.
Throughout childhood, my dad traveled to and from Arizona to work. He came back to Montana every other weekend. He did this because his first priority was to provide the best life for my brother and I. He and mom agreed that they wanted my brother and I to grow up in Montana. My dad’s business was in Arizona, and he felt he needed to stay there to work. My dad taught me about hard work and the importance of taking care of family. Another great thing I learned from my dad is how to enjoy the outdoors, skiing, hunting and