Thursday, March 21, 2019
The Day That Changed My Life Forever :: Personal Narrative Essays
passim flavor we come across many people, some who influence us in negative ways, and those who influence in good ways, often ever-changing our complete outlook on life. For me, it took the struggle of one of my best friends to dissonant my eyes. I hardly wish it wasnt too late to thank her.I grew up having more than the average kid. My parents bought me nice clothes, stereos, Nintendo games, mostly everything I c either for and wanted. They supported me in everything I did. At that point in my life I was very obscure with figure skating. I never cared how very much of our money it took, or how much of my parents time it occupied, all I vista about was the shiny new ice skates and frilly outfits I wanted. along with my involvement in soccer, the two sports took most of my parents time, and a good deal out of their money. Growing up with such luxuries I began to take things for granted. I pass judgment things, rather than being thankful for what I had and disregarded my pare nts wishes, thinking only of myself. Apparently my parents recognized my behavior and began limiting my privileges. When I didnt get what I wanted I got upset and mad at my parents somehow blaming them for all my problems. Now dont get me wrong, I wasnt a bad kid, I tho didnt know how else to act. I had never been exposed to anything less than what I had and didnt sop up how good I had it.Regina Maywack lived just down the road from me. Before fifth grade I never knew who she was. As the year progressed we got closer and closer. Regina was highly talented. She was, in my mind, a genius she loved rail and always did well. She was excessively blessed with athletic ability. Something I respected since most other kids we knew werent involved in sports. No matter what day it was I always went to school knowing that Regina would be there with a smile on her face. It seemed as though she didnt have a care in the world. There were days I would show up mad at something my parents had do ne, or at something that hadnt gone my way, and she would just look at me with those honest eyes and signalise me to be thankful for the good things.
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