Personal Narrative: Preschool Career

Every morning of preschool was the same. My older sister and I would skip ahead until we were stopped by the gate, that only grownups could open, and had to wait for my mom to let us through. The closer I got to the door, the more the tears began to fill my eyes, completely blurring my vision by the time I had to say goodbye. My older sister would go to go to her own classroom, and my mom would then leave.
Tears soon flooded my eyes until I could no longer hold them back. I cried. In fact, I did not stop crying, I couldn't. Eventually, my sister would emerge through the doorway; she had been sent over from her classroom across the hall to comfort me. This was the morning routine of my short lived preschool career; my parents and teachers decided I wasn't ready yet for school, so they pulled me out for the rest of the year. From a young age I wasn't the biggest fan of school, even preschool wasn't appealing to me and that's saying something. When looking at how my preschool career ended quickly never would
Both of my sisters are loud, talkative, confident, extroverted people. I, however, being more grounded, focused, and quiet, was curious to find out what it was like away from their shadows. Their strong personalities, so much alike, tended to overshadow my own, but I never allowed them to define me, and they helped me to find my independence. Living with them taught me how to be flexible, diplomatic, and easy going. I learned that I had to chose what was really worth fighting for. As I began to separate myself from them I began to discover joy in my own things. For a while when I was younger I climbed. Climbing was always my thing, I never had to compete against my sisters to be the best, in my family I was just granted the best climber. I found that as I seeked new things, places and people I found freedom to be