Personal Narrative: My Personal Statement

UC Personal Statement
Growing up as a child I never really had worries. The only worry I had was who would beat me to the monkey bars during recess. I had what I like to call the most boisterous childhood I could ever ask for. No problems seemed to head my direction. Obviously, I was a child what could possibly go wrong?
Young kids don’t actually start understanding certain things until they are about 11 or 12 years of age, but me I knew the exact words that came out of the lady I would call my mother’s mouth. Repeating them in my head over and over again “Your real mom passed away” I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing. Muting everything else that “my mom” was saying I just kept replaying those words. Only four years old and having to assimilate that you never got to meet your birth mother can be a life dilemma. I would have endorsed to of been told when I was maybe a year older, but there is some things you cant hold in for so long and it had to come out.
I had so many things in my head I wanted to ask or know, but never coped to ask only because I had thought I wouldn’t get a response back, since I was “too” young to know. Then I noticed I started asking myself this question very repeatedly, “if my mom passed away, and the lady I’ve been calling “mom” this entire time is my grandma, then who is my dad”? If my grandma had the temerity to tell me about my mom then how come she never mentioned my dad? My grandma never noting my dad at that point I knew something had happened, and I was going to boast it out sooner or