Personal Narrative My Own Childhood - 1364 Words

I chose to write about my own childhood. My story started when I was born on October 15, 1988 in Jacksonville, North Carolina to a then family of three Richard, Dana, and Karen. I was the second born and my sister was 3 and a half years old. I was born into a military family so I grew up in a few different locations. The month after I was born my family relocated from North Carolina to sunny Twenty-nine palms, California. My family lived there until I was about 5 years old until my father got a new duty assignment to Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania as a Marine recruiter. This is the place that I claim as my hometown as I lived there until I turned 18 and joined the US Air Force. My childhood was a very â€Å"normal†. I had a father, mother, a†¦show more content†¦My parents grew very concerned as the teachers felt that I could not keep up with my peers. I had problems with speech and pronunciation as well as paying attention. There was even the thought I may have had a le arning disability or disorder. My parents were very reluctant to just accept these diagnosis’s as they were given by teachers and not medical specialists. So as a course of action until I could see doctors and take aptitude tests, everyone decided that I needed to start receiving some individualized attention from teachers. That was the exact moment where I thought why am I not with everyone else. Why am I different? I remember the first few weeks of those isolated sessions I felt worthless and began acting out. I was only doing so because at that age all I wanted to do was fit it. It hurt that at that time no one could even tell me why I was there. It was strictly a guess for them to segregate me from my peers. That led me to getting what felt like a thousand different learning exams, evaluations, and learning sessions. Much to my teachers surprise there was nothing mentally wrong with the way I was learning. According to the tests it seemed I was just not being academically challenged. The doctors explained it was just my way of dealing with my boredom. I felt that the entire situation of â€Å"having something wrong with me† stereotypes were a big influence to everyone involved. No one wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt. The teachers and other adults