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Lifespan Development

Going back forty-five years is not an easy task to complete because I can’t remember some of the finer details of my childhood. I know I was born on a hot August afternoon in Birth Year at Place Of Birth in City ands State. My mother was just twenty-two at the time and was already the mother of two, I was her third child. My father was twenty-one and already a workaholic, I know because my mother would constantly remind me not to be like that. My mother and father were good parents and they tried to give us the best upbringing they could. My father was the kind of person that believed he should provide and protect his family, and he did a very good job of doing that.

During my pre adolescent years, as …show more content…

I think that the contrast between the two of them gave me a good balance of what I should and should not do. They both have good hearts and are fine people today.

I believe that when people are developing morals you have to have enough emotional development to feel guilty when you do something wrong, enough social development to accept our responsibility for behaving good or bad towards our group, and enough cognitive development to be able to place ourselves in someone else’s shoes. My parent taught me early in life the differences between right and wrong and to treat people the way I would want to be treated. I understood these lessons at a young age because that was the way my parent taught my brother and sister.

Values are where my father had the most influence in my adolescent years. The one that he placed above all others were family values. He would tell me that having a happy family life was one of the most important things that a man could have. He was also a man that didn’t practice what he preached. He would always tell us to mind what our teachers said in school and never lie to anyone and not take something that didn’t belong to us. I remember one time I took a candy bar from a store when I went shopping with my mother. I felt so guilty that after we returned home I went to my father and gave him the candy bar and told him what I did. My dad would just look at me and said,” Son I’m disappointed in you, I have taught

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