Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Working With Children

I have always loved working with children. Most of the time, children are an abundance of joy and they're infectious in the best way possible. Their happiness always becomes my happiness and even though there may have been times where young children are troublesome, I was so proud see them learn right from wrong. My pain for caring for children began in 2012, when my two younger brothers began attending a daycare right down the street from where we lived. But it was not until the summer of 2013 that I began spending time around the daycare because I didn't want to stay at home by myself for the entirety of the summer. The demographics of this daycare were much different than what I was accustomed to. Many of the children were African American or from other backgrounds while my brothers and I were some of the few that were Caucasian. This was one of the few times that I was exposed to a larger demographic, but since I was such an introvert, I was a quiet kid that kept to herself and did what she was told. At first, I was an outsider to many of the

Even though I may have been talking, teaching and playing with these children, I also developed a bond with each of them that they may not have had in their normal family lives. Many of the families that came to this daycare were from a low income background and were able to attend the daycare solely through government funding. Personally, I made the time that the children spent at the daycare fun and inventive. I wanted them to have a place where they could get away from their daily lives and instead be around people that cared for them and wanted to see them grow. This experience helped me to become a better person and to see each individual as their own person, each with a story. I was subjected to the many wonders of the lives of others and this helped to develop the compassionate heart that I have