Growing Up: A Reflection Essay On Life Essay, Research Paper
A Reflection Essay on Life
Do you remember your world when you were a small child? Can you picture a single day as a 3rd Grader? Better yet,
can you picture one as a kindergartener? Do you remember your old views and dreams? I do.
I remember my past so very vividly: the games, the friends, the hopes, the ignorant bliss. I remember playing house
with the girl who would be my first love. We would make Witch?s Brew in the back and play Olympics in the front. I
remember playing twisted games of Ghost in the Graveyard with the rest of the kids on my street. The rules didn?t make sense,
but weren?t those the ?funnest? games of all? I remember thinking that smoking, drinking, swearing, gangs, and guys getting
their ears pierced were all bad things. I remember my friends agreeing with me.
Things change, though, don?t they? Whether you want them to or not, they change. As you get older you make little
exceptions. ?Just this once.? ?One more little thing.? ?This is the absolute last thing!?, and everyone?s favorite, ?Maybe this
won?t be so bad.? It never really stops.
Change happens without asking, too. Friends move. You move. Fights occur. People just drift apart. People die.
Change happens. All of this tends to shape that perfect future you once had.
My life changed way more than I ever wanted it to. I have changed. My family has changed. The city I grew up in has
changed. But most important, my friends have changed.
The girl I played with, the girl I loved, shunned me. We haven?t spoken in forever. I haven?t heard from the guy I
consider still to be my best friend in over a year. A girl who is like a sister to me is on the verge of becoming a woman. Yet
another close friend has had to grow up far too fast, practically supporting his whole family.
The most heart-wrenching change for me came from a girl who used to live near me– one I used to date. In recent
years she got in with the wrong crowd. She hurt those who loved her. Later she got into trouble with the law. We now talk
frequently on the phone. She is trying to go straight. She?s failing. I was talking to her just a day or two before Thanksgiving.
After a while she asked if she could call me back. She told me she was about to make a drug deal for her boyfriend. It wasn?t
The actions of and situations with my friends cause a deep hole in my soul, a pain that is never filled. When a friend
tells me she?s had a miscarriage, a buddy is so busy with supporting others that he misses the best time of his life, or I can only
watch helplessly as a person I care deeply about hurts him- or herself in more ways than they could possibly know, my
stomach tightens, my head feels heavy, and my heart breaks. I offer those people my support, love, and prayers. It?s the very
least I can give them after they?ve been so gracious as to be known as my friends. I try to give more. If I hang in there just a
little longer, maybe she?ll pull through! Maybe he?ll come back! Everything will eventually turn out okay.