Personal Narrative Essay On Coming Of Age

Coming Of Age

One day i was at the playground i was around 4, it was a warm sunny day my mom and aunt wanted to take me and my cousin to the park so we were happy because at this point the park was fun to me. We started to walk it was only a 2 minute walk to the park so it wasn't too bad when we got to the park we my mom and aunt sat on a bench about 10 ft away from the swings.
Me and my cousin started to play tag i was it first eventually 2 other kids started to play, i was first it and i started to count till 15 as soon as i was getting close to 15 i started to get giddy i yelled “ready or not here i come” i saw one of the other kids running so i started to chase him i almost caught up with when he said “timeout” i still tagged him and
she said “do you want to know what your son said at the park today?” my dad nodded and said “yeah what did he say?” she said “he called another boy a poophead” my dad chuckled but quickly changed his tone telling me “that's not a nice word what if someone called your mom a poophead” i responded “he called me a cheater!” he said “it doesn't matter you need to be the bigger man by not getting mad over being called a name” he looked at my mom and asked “did he apologize?” my mom said “yes they both did” he respond “you can't get your feelings hurt over getting called names men don't call each other names of get hurt over those names” and that was the day i realized i was growing