Notes

In my early months of life I developed a very high sense of trust with my mother, I felt as if my mother could never betray my trust, because of how much she cared for me. Around the time I hit 3 years of age I began wanting to do things on my own, if I was hungry I would feed myself, if I had to go to the bathroom I wanted to do it by myself, and etc. As time passed, I had turned 4 and it was finally time for school, the place that seemed like it’d be lots of fun, the place where I could try to be independent and do things on my own. Also at this age I began to show initiative and always wanted to be leader of any group things we had to do, I’d be the one that would lay the plans down and get everyone moving. After passing preschool and kindergarten, I am now 6 and it’s time for 1st grade, this is the grade where we start to compare ourselves to our friends to see who’s smarter, more athletic, and who has more friends. At this stage I was the smart non athletic kid who had a decent amount of friends. I was proud of myself anyway, because even though i wasn’t athletic or had many friend, i was still smarter than most and I was happy because of that.