EElizabeth’s English 111 Blog #2
By: Elizabeth Crotts
Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Chapter one
looks like most of the global population. Born into this world with nothing to
know and nothing to remember. So, the days went by, and I grew, learned, and
tested my parents’ choices on having children. Now my body is fully grown, and I have developed my knowledge of the world. But I still give my parents a run for their money. Some
habits just never die.
Life Before I Knew the World
If you were to ask me about how I filled those days of joyful
carelessness and no responsibilities. The answer would be playing dress up,
making mud pies, wrestling my cousin, and building blanket forts in my
grandmother’s living room. Those were my "good old days." Those moments impacted me and formed some of my
favorite parts of myself. They prospered my creativity, stubbornness, and
messiness. I probably need to work on that last one, my mom still doesn't let me wear the color white. Those memories may just
look like kids being kids to anyone who has lost their youthful spark. The way
that I see those moments is life lessons. No, I didn’t learn how to do taxes or
how to do my own laundry. But I learned how to enjoy rainy days and that
repetition comes to fruition. As well as dirt does not fulfill the nutritional
requirements of a human being. Some days I wish I could go back to that time and relive it. What would I risk to be oblivious, worriless, or even careless? What would you do?
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