Personal Narrative: The Last Coming Of Age

When I was little I wasn't really allowed to go outside like at all, for example if i wanted to go to the store i would have to ask my mom or dad and i would either get a straight no or if i was lucky someone older than me would convince my parents to let me go and they would go with me, Always. The worst part is that the store was literally right across the street give or take a few feet, regardless i was so restricted if i dared to cross that road without asking to get some candy when i came back the candy would be confiscated and my hands would be red with belt whips.when my parents began to work constantly they would call my second floor neighbor to watch us outside as if we couldn't even play without being watched. It didn't stop there
The event needed to make me realize why my parents acted this way and why they stopped and started trusting me to do things alone. There was no one event that made me realize these things it was an accumulation of moments, actions, feelings that my parents expressed toward my brothers and i that really made these things clear to
Every christmas was the same we would eat dinner together, open presents and then my mom and dad would leave us watching tv for the night while they went to have a good time. My brother and i used to love this we would cover in a giant blanket and watch cartoon movies in fact these are some of my best and most beautiful memories it was so peaceful. But as we got older and my mom and dad split we began to want to stay with them during the holidays but they would always go their separate ways to have a “good time”. As time went on we never spent it all together we either spent it with my mom or dad but, it still wouldn't matter cuz ma oldest brother was in haiti. When i got to the end of eighth grade and my brother came back we had one of the most memorable christmas ever not because of presents cause there was none it was they way we spent the night. There was the usual family dinner but it was later at night because my mom worked in the morning after desert eryone was lazy so we left the chores and all went to watch tv without even noticing we were all laughing and sharing our personal lives with each other and after we all fell asleep together in the living room. I don't think my family did but i realize that everything we did got the family back together not physically but emotionally, and every time i look back on that christmas i makes me remember everything my family has gone