Stepping Stones

A stepping stone in my opinion is just another saying for dramatic life events that we all experience in our own way. I would say the stepping stones in my life would be:

Number one I would say was the birth of my little sister, I was six years old and not the only little girl in my household anymore as well as became the middle child. I, in no way believe in the middle child syndrome either. : )

Secondly the next landmark I remember was breaking my collarbone in fourth grade or should I say my brother breaking my collarbone. We were both playing outside him on his bicycle and me on my rollerblades. I was not allowed in the street at this time but he was, my brother being the "cool guy" that he was decided to jump on the sidewalk with his bicycle and in turn took me down to the ground. We collided and next thing I knew I was in a brace for 8 weeks.

The next stepping stone I would say was my first job. I was twelve years old and started working at a bakery. I always wanted to work to have my own money and the real reason why I started working was to get a cell phone. Back then it was not common for all kids to have a cell phone but I had to have one and my parents said if you want that you will have to go and work for it. Ever since then which is 11 years now, I've been working.

August 31, 2005- I got my first tattoo on my eighteenth birthday. This was always something I wanted to do and as soon as I turned eighteen my father took my to get my first tattoo. I had it drawn up to my taste so I would have no regrets.

Years later, the next stepping stone in my life was my brother moving out of my parents house and getting married. He was only twenty-three and had an established life. He bought a house, got married, and left. It was a change not having my brother around, we were always very close and when he left it changed me in ways indirectly. I felt as if the fun I used to have at home doing everyday things such as family dinner and laughs were gone.

September 2008, I started Molloy College to finish my schooling by getting accepted into the nursing program. This was a big accomplishment for me, to get into this program. When I had first exited high school I did not really know what I wanted to do so one could say I wasn't that serious about college. Than when I realized that nursing was what I wanted to do, I worked my butt off to get into a nursing program and when I did I felt proud of my accomplishment.

February 2010, my latest and scariest stepping stone was moving out. I finally decided to leave the nest and move out of my parents house, on my own into the big, bad world. I still feel the guilt of leaving and hurting my parents because they feel that a girl should not leave the house until she is married. But they have to realize that this is 2010 and things are not like that anymore!!