Narrative Essay

Narrative Essay

Being a child, I always fancied the moment I will turn into an “adult” leading a similar life as my parents'. One of the main childhood agonies I faced related to the concept of adulthood was the natural fantasies that I attributed to grown-up ages. When I was a child I always wanted to grow up, I never liked being a child. I always wanted to do things that grown ups do. My twin sister was a star student and a high-achiever at school and apple of my parent's eye, while, I, on the other hand, was the total opposite, I was not a brilliant student nor I was as obedient as her. While she quietly went to bed at night and finished all her vegetables, I always questioned my mother as to why I was not allowed to stay up late, why I had to finish my vegetables and drink milk instead of soda. Childhood games and sports did not hold much attraction or fascination for me; I had bigger dreams than this. My sister and cousins always took much interest playing with their toys and making doll houses etc, but I did not like dolls at all and I never played dress up, in fact I hated such games. When I was 6, my dad got me a doctor's set for my birthday and I loved it. It was while playing with my doctor's set that I started wishing of being a doctor.

I did not like following orders or being independent, even as a child I was very independent, making my own bed and dressing up for school all by myself. I was not a problem child nor was I naughty and mischievous; I was simply different from everyone my age. While they were only concerned ...