Jashawn: Personal Narrative Analysis

I was born on March 26, 2001. I was delivered by Dr. Deborah in Mercy Hospital in Mason City, Iowa. After a lot of debate, my father gave me the name Jashawn. None of the of the family on my mom’s side liked my name. My father probably got the idea of Jashawn from one of my older cousins, who has the name Dashawn. Later on, his cousin named her son Tyshawn, and I also have a cousin named Kashawn. So, as you can tell, my dad and his family are very original. My mom left my dad, who was an abusive drug addict, constantly in and out of jail. I never really had a particular home that I grew up in, because my mom was always finding houses that she liked better than the house we were in at the moment. My most prominent memories came from an apartment downtown, a block or so from the police department.
At one point me and my mom, my aunt her son, and my cousin savon with his family all stayed in that same building. I spent most of my days hanging out with my best friend since birth, Alek. His my and my mom were best friends from high school, and they both had sons, a year and sixteen days apart. If I wasn’t with him, my older “cousins” would come over and all play my PS2. I have a not so good memory of me really wanting some pickles. I always like to eat pickles for some reason, and one time I went to the fridge to get one, dropped the huge jar, shattering it all over the kitchen floor. Instead of being wise, and just waiting for my mom, I hopped to the living room, stepping on a shard of glass. My mom had carry me to the bathroom and tried to squeeze the glass out of my foot, resulting a blood projectiling into the wall. That same year I also had to get my tonsils out. I remember being perfectly fine until I was on the table ready to be put to sleep, I then started to bawl my eyes out, crying for my mother. After the surgery I awoke to family, stuffed animals, and ice