In this story Eleven by Sandra Cisneros, the author talks about a girl named Rachel and events leading up to her eleventh birthday party later in the day. The main conflict of this story is although Rachel turned eleven that day and is supposed to feel eleven; Rachel explains that she doesn’t feel as if she is eleven. She simply feels like every other age she has ever been all rolled into one by saying she is “also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.” She compares her previous years together "like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box." There is another occasion in this story that Rachel wants to be one hundred and two years old.
To support the above statement, on the day Rachel turns eleven she is blamed to be the owner of an ugly red sweater that isn’t hers. She feels embarrassed and helpless because she cannot tell the teacher it’s not hers. Some of the different ages listed above are used in to describe her emotions when confronted with this sweater such as saying “in a little voice that was maybe me when I was four” to “I’m crying like I’m three in front of everybody.” Because she is being blamed
The way this story compares to me and my daily life is that I feel like I can be all those ages again. There are days when I get upset and refuse to talk to people like I’m two years old, get some good news that I interrupt other family members like I’m any of the other ages listed above. I agree this story can be compared to anybody.