Growing up

Growing up


Paul Dixon
Essay Writting
Mr. Wall

Growing up is something that every one has to go through. No matter who you are you will grow up. When and how you grow could very from person to person. Every one has different experences growing up which makes use all one of a kind, but we learn from the mistakes and keep on living trying not to make the same mistake. My life growing up and my mother life growing up are completely different. Since she was already a teenager and knows what it’s like, she try to inforce me not to make the same mistakes she did so I can learn from them and so I will do a better job than she did.I think that what most parents want from there kids. To do better then they did. Since parents went through it they know how most things will turn out if you make a certent mistake or decisions. For the most part growing up is something that can’t really be tought. There are so many different times in you life were the you are forced to grow up even if you don’t want to. Like when some kids get out of High School. Not all but some kids don’t want to leave that protective shell. In High School your parents are still taking care of you and if you mess up they will be there to help you out and for some kids it’s hard to leave that shell. Not only High School but your whole life there are experences that help you grow up.
When I was little life was good. I didn’t have to worry about a thing. The only thing I cared about was having fun. The young life was great because you had no responsitilities. You didn’t have to work becaue you parents took care of everything. The only thing I looked for word to was my birth day, Chrismis, and hanging out with friends. It was so fun because you had an amagination. Your bed could turn into a space ship taking into outerspace, santa claws was real and you would stay up as late as you could to try and catch a glimps of old st. nick but end up falling asleep only to wake up to your mother saying you missed him. Those were the times but as you got older you began to lose your emagination. Your bed was just a bed, and instead of making a list for Santa you would just tell you mom what you wanted for Chrismis. You were forced to grow up and stop beleaving in santa and the tooth fairy. In School kids asked you if you beleaved in...

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