Personal Narrative: Turning Time

Turning Time Mistakes are one of the essentials of life: you can’t live without them. They are unavoidable, and are just as much a part of life as eating or drinking. We make mistakes like the next person. My personal favorite happened several years ago, when my sister, Michelle, and I were deciding which middle school we wanted to go to. My sister and I were in the upper classes at Kimberly Elementary, and our parents had presented us the choice to either go to Cope, where nearly all my friends were going, or to Moore, where nearly no one I knew would be. Naturally, I wanted to go to Cope, as I had accumulated quite a few friends at Kimberly who would be going to Cope. I expected my sister to want to go to Cope as well, because her best friend would be. Looking back, however, Michelle has made
Her tales about being at Moore every day irritated me greatly all through my fifth grade year. If my feelings changed any more throughout my last year at Kimberly, I only hated the idea of leaving my childhood friends even more.
Elementary school eventually ended, as all good things do. I promised to keep in touch with my longtime friends and went off to Moore. Of course, one or two of my friends had also gone to Moore, so although I had no classes with any of them, they were the only people I talked to for nearly a full month.
There has to be a transition period whenever something changes. The transition for me into middle school took a while for me to start fitting in with my new peers and talking to people I didn’t already know, but I did it.
Now I know to accept changes, whether I believe they are bad or good. Even if you are totally against something, it may turn out to be for the better. I think that if I had gotten my way and gone to Cope, I wouldn’t have made as many friends as I have now, and I really do think that this change was good for