When trying to understand the development of a child into an adult it is sometimes best to look at ones self to see any evidence that may support the popular theories of childhood and adolescent development. Due to the vast and complex workings of a child growing up it is impossible to cover absolutely everything that I experienced through my life, so I've decided to focus on two important events in my life, the death of my father and the establishment of some of the best friendships in my life.
The story of my childhood begins with my birth in India to a low-middle class Brahmin family. My family and I moved out of India to Canada when I was barely six months old. We stayed in Canada for four years until my mom became pregnant again with my sister, and decided to give birth in India so we all went back there.
After her birth we came back to Canada but only for a short time because, my parents made the decision to move to America. They made this decision for two reasons, the first being that they knew English and even though they learned French it was difficult to mingle with society and the second reason being that they did not want my sister and me to grow up speaking French.
Upon coming to America we settled down in Norwalk, Connecticut for 3 years. Life was pretty normal, pre-school, kindergarten, and first grade all went by without a hitch. Before I started second grade my family and I moved to Mansfield, Connecticut. It was here that my life took a drastic change. I was six years old, and it was early in the morning when my mother woke me up to tell me that my father had...