Personal Narrative: Children's Elementary School

It was a blistery day when I was born on January 28, 1997. I was due a month later, but that was not to be, as my mother Jill had to undergo a c section to have me. I was a whopping 5 pounds, and had to be transported immediately via helicopter from the St. Peter hospital to the Children’s Hospital in the Twin Cities. I had some lung function problems, but I eventually made it out of the hospital and back home. The doctors told my parents that I may have some learning difficulties, because I was a premature child. I grew up in a small house. My parents Adam and Jill, both worked really hard, but neither of them had four year college degrees, so money was always a difficulty growing up. At age two my parents brought home a cat named Calie. For the next 15 years of my life that cat and I became close friends. At age five my parents enrolled me in St. Anne’s Elementary School. My grandparents helped finance me through this private school, as we were all members of the church, and faith has always been a strong part of my family’s life. Religion is declining in my generation, but my family always emphasized church. Both sets of grandparents have had a very important involvement in my life.

My family tells a story, where I climbed to the top of a stool and yelled, “I’m king of the word!” scaring the heck out of my teacher. I would never nap during naptime, and instead would run around. In second grade we went on our first family trip, with my parents and my mom’s parents, travelling to the Caribbean for a cruise. This was the first of four cruises for our family, and it was eye opening to see other parts of the world that young in my life. That trip went smoothly after a rocky start, where we were stranded in Detroit because of a blizzard. We finally reached the ship, and it was an incredible