Personal Narrative: What Has Made Me Who I Am I

What has made me who I am? Well growing up I had no friends. I would go to school and just pray not to have a bad day. For me a good day was a day I didn’t have any outburst. I was always bullied and beaten. At recess, I would hide, not playing hide and seek, but hiding from all the name calling, punches, yelling, drama, insults and rude remarks. When I was younger, I was weak, pathetic, and vulnerable. They would see me and see an easy target. Most kids on Christmas or their birthday would wish for a toy or something cool. Me I wished for a friend, not a lot of them just a single friend. I didn't stay the night at anyone's house until I was 15 years oHome wasn’t any better, instead of bullying I had to deal with the yelling, parents fighting, me and my dad fighting, and eventually I feared going home.

I am a guy who has never been afraid and this was my first fear, my home, my very own house was what scared me the most. I would stay at school or at work to avoid my home. For some home was a sanctuary, for me it was a nightmare. My dad would yell at me with all this blaze of fire, for small things. I remember one time I was grounded to behind the couch for shutting a door. I came home and asked if I was allowed to go play basketball at the Catholic Park. When he said no I was a little angry, but I turned around and left. As I shut the door it was loud because it is very loose and wobbles and makes noise. My father shouted at me for “having an attitude” I tried so hard to explain to him I didn't have an attitude, but he continued and then I yelled “Now I have an attitude, I have an attitude because you're yelling at me for shutting a f***ing door.” I was grounded for 16 months for shutting a