Growing Up: Reflective Essay

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I never understood adults. They drink water that burns your throat and set straws on fire and sip the air. When they get together they are always loud and they pay me less attention. Yes, I thought all adults were weird, until I met my Uncle Clinton. He liked to play the drums and he wore army pants and t-shirts with funny quotes or pictures. Uncle Clinton had a funny cartoon giggle when he laughed and love to eat all kinds of junk food. We always had fun together. We watched cartoons and played video games. He was almost as old as my mommy and I never thought that a grown up would ever understand us kids.

One day my family decided to have a barbeque. At every family gathering the adults like to sit at a long rectangular, wooden table and play dominoes. My uncle liked to play too so he sat down with the adults as well. Then, it suddenly hit me; I knew how to play dominoes. Why couldn’t I play with the adults? This is my chance to prove that I am worthy of their loud laughs and conversation. I have the skills to act like an adult. “ Let me play, I know how to play”, I bothered my mother while tugging on her shirt. “ No sweetie this is for adults, go watch the smaller children”. “Uncle Clinton, you know that I know how to play please ask them if I could play”, I begged my uncle. “Hey everyone”, my uncle said confidently, “Theresa said she’s got more skills then all of us put together and if you don’t let her play you all are just scared to lose”. I felt much better. I wanted to run to my room and put on my moms red heels and princess make up, but then I would lose my chance and nothing was going to take this from me.

I was having fun for a while but the adults held weird conversations. They talked about TV shows I didn’t watch, they spoke big words I haven’t learned, and other words I wouldn’t say. I played okay and my uncle was there to make sure I played good, but he knew what they were saying and I didn’t. I knew he didn’t have time to explain every line...
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