Morgan Smith Dale College Essay Full of innocence and my mother’s soft and scared voice, at the age of nine I started my adaptation into adulthood. To give some background, my dad was extremely sick, barely being able to get out of bed in the morning, sleeping right when he got home from work and skipping family dinners that we had every night. With back and forth visits to the doctor, this one seemed to be different. At age 9, I didn’t know why they needed to see him so frequently, always needing to do more tests or take more blood, I wasn’t used to big people doctors, or big people issues. Right when my parents left again my sister started screaming, “Morgan it’s not good when you get an instant call back,” and, “ Do you know what that even means?!” But honestly, I didn’t know what that meant, why would I know anything about it? I never had to go back to the doctors when I got a shot or a yearly check-up that my mom held my hand for and I left with a sticker.