Personal Narrative Analysis

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I was an only child for 15 years, this made me sheltered; I was overprotected and didn’t feel as if I could do things for myself. My parents always meant well for me, but growing up I had a lot of insecurities. Some of them I’m still trying to resolve by learning about myself. During my childhood I didn’t learn to ride a bike or swim. I always saw that as a part of being a kid like it’s something you accomplish and carry with you. It wasn’t important to them, I didn’t have friends to bike with, nor was I one to like pools. It would really upset me to see other kids doing these activities when I couldn’t do it. If I’d ask to be taught, it would be dismissed without giving me a chance. A lot of things felt like that. I lacked so much confidence and I’d get put down for it, which didn’t make it any better. All I needed to know was that I had to do good in school and stay out of trouble. I would get questioned as to why I was so quiet. Then I had moments where I was enthusiastic and would speak …show more content…
Now that I’m older I have to know how to drive. This isn’t like with the bike riding or swimming. You can’t get around anywhere without a car, so it’s something that can’t be ignored. I can’t be depending on everybody to be taken everywhere. I sought the help of my friends because I was tired of being ignored. Turns out they had more confidence in me with a car which gave me confidence. At first I was nervous with other cars being around me. Surprisingly I wasn’t so scared. It’s one of those things that you don’t have much time to think about, just act. There’s this sense of liberty I get when I drive, it’s weird. My parent acknowledge that this is something I need to learn so they encourage me by giving me lessons. Simple things like learning my way from the campus to the house without directions make me feel accomplished. All the small things make me feel like I’m taking down anxiety down one step at a