My Childhood Story: Narrative Essay Sample

Introduction: Early Memories and Temperamental Nature

Literary, I started being happy as soon as I started breathing. My mom tells me that I was an extremely whimsical baby who liked to cry so loud and for a long time until my demands were met. She tells me that I was a little stormy with big whitish eyes, very sensitive and temperamental, and I was very calm and extremely violent when irritated. As I grew up, I preserved my temperamental nature and my willingness to do everything to have my demands met as well as attaining my goals.

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Joyous Beginnings: Birth and Early Childhood

My infant age was amazing and joyous as my mom told me. I was born on 21st November 1997 in Braxton County Memorial Hospital - Gassaway, West Virginia. At that time, I was a toddler who could fit in my Moms arms like a small treasure. I was lucky to be born in that hospital since I learned that the social status of my parents could not afford such hospital bills, but my mum had to be taken there due to delivery complications. As a young toddler and the only child in our family, my mom used to tell me that I am her best and most loved child. As she described it, I was a child who was afraid of strangers and always wanted to exploit the attention of either my mom or my dad. As I grew up, I became my dad's child as I always used to lie on his laps. Nevertheless, I was a lucky child because I enjoyed a good healthy life at my infant age despite my mom's initial health complications that affected her after delivery. Unlike many children, I learned to pronounce "da" as my first word referring to dad, probably because I spent much time on his laps, especially after work.

Formative Years: School, Adaptation, and Pet Desires

My memories when I was four years old, freshly linger in my mind as if it was yesterday. It was at four when I joined the school, a local pre-unit class for my lower grade education. I used to cry a lot so that I could not go to school. After adapting the routine, I came to love school, and my teacher, Miss Monica. In the process of adapting to school, I had to change my introvert nature and become more sociable with other school kids. However, I remained temperamental as I had severally fought other children when they wronged me. At this age, I wanted to have a pet, a cat. Absolutely nothing could convince me to go to school without my demands for a pet being met. I had to stay at home for one week until my parents could not withstand anymore and had to buy me a cat. It was a bit strange how I never had interest in toys like other young kids, but my pet was almost my earthly god. However, they also demanded much from me. They pressured me that if I would not become the first in my class, they would kill the cat. This put more pressure, and I had to struggle to defeat other children. This was a great challenge that made realize that I was a bright child. I never struggled at knowing how to write. All my lower grade classes, I always became the first in the class. I experienced pleasant childhood love from my parents that I always wished I would remain a child. My dad would bring me sweets and snacks every day when he came from work.

Growing up in a relatively poor family was not easy. As I grew up, at ten years, I started observing and understanding life situations in the family. I came to realize that my dad was taking some studies as well as working. He could not raise my fees, his fees, and cater to family issues. Therefore, my mom was forced to do some daily tenders to assist in family financial issues. I usually wished I was in a better and more competitive school, but I knew my parents could not afford. At the same time, I had started growing interest in football. I was a bit cunning to make a promise with my mum, which made her buy me a ball. I had to be calm and work hard despite being in a local school. I could sometimes wish I had left school and joined football clubs. As I was completing my lower grade, my memory had already developed, and I had learned to appreciate the life situation my family was living, and therefore I made a promise to work hard, achieve my dreams and help my parents.

Inspiration from Parents: Valuable Life Lessons

My higher grade level was faced with relatively minimal challenges because my dad had already secured a better job. Nevertheless, this could not deter my passion for achieving my dreams. I still struggled despite not being in a school of my choice, but I had matured to accept life situations. My parents always challenged me to work harder. They inspired me a lot on the need to work hard and attain my dreams. Sometimes mom would joke with me and ask, "How does it feel to be born in a rich family?" I could just stare at her, and then she could tell me, "Study hard and attain your dreams so that your children can answer such a question. I was glad to pass my higher grade level and join college. Up to date, I have been working hard to ensure I help my parents, achieve my dreams, and become a source of inspiration to other people.