Personal Narrative: Who Am I Am
Who am I? As I sit here trying to write this personal statement, I have accidentally stumbled across the most life altering question. Who am I? If you go by the obvious answer, then of course I know who I am. I have a name, so that’s who I am. But in another definition, I am the best of my parents combined genes. And in another definition, I am who I chose to spend my time with. An in another, I am who I choose to listen to. And in another I am this…and in another I am that…and in another…and in another… So who actually am I by my own definition? I am the six year old who looked my father in the face when he knelt down crying to tell me my mother died. I am the thirteen year old who waited until the last second to leave my only surviving