| [ |
mood |
| |
 exhausted |
] |
Alright, I did this piece of shit paper in about 20 minutes, and its horrible. But I can't think at all right now. So read it please, and if you find something wrong or if you can think of something better to say, then comment. Mind you it has to be under two pages so dont comment and write me a book. thanks dweebs.
A child’s world is made up of toys, candy, friends, and family. This “world” makes up everything in the child’s entire life; the world becomes a safe haven for every child’s hopes and dreams. However, this false sense of security cannot last forever. It is but a mere illusion that the perfect world exists, when in actuality, the world is far too immense for anyone to ever fully experience. When I was ten, I was forced to give up my naivety to learn there was life outside what I wanted to label as my world.
From the minute I was born, I was part of a community called Wayne. Everything I knew existed inside of this township; my very foundation was based on events that occurred here and people I met along my merry way. I had the white house with the white fence and the white dog to sit at my door. It could not have been anymore of a typical, suburban, picture perfect kind of life. Days did not extend cookies and brownie meetings. Everything was safe, and I fully intended to continue every waking moment of my life the same way I had the day before. By the time I was six, my night light had gone to rest, the doors closed and stayed closed during the night, and neither a closet monster nor a nightmare ever dared disturb me. I felt comfortable with every aspect of my life; by the time I reached ten, I had a set group of best friends to share everything with. I loved going to school and being an average student. I loved pretending I thought Wayne was boring. I loved thinking my life would always stay that way.
The news came- I was moving away. So far away, even a time zone separated me from my world. Who would want to live in Texas? My parents tried to sell me the idea that we would move into the “picture perfect house”. The brick house with the brown gate and no dog whatsoever to accompany the door at all. I would not have any of this, I simply would not. However, I was merely ten and my parents were ten times that age and their decisions always seemed to overrule mine. I drove away from my old school for the last time, waving good-bye to my old friends; my old life became a mess of tears pushing their way out of my naive eyes. After we arrived in Texas, I was a completely different person in a completely different world, but I still held onto my memories of New Jersey. Cows chewed on grass on the highway, people came and mowed the lawn for us, my mom did not know how to pump her own gas…it was horrible. At school, I kept to my studies, and I shut this new world out. They did not even have girl scouts at my school, everything was upside down. Life became a poorly scripted version of The Twilight Zone. It felt like the ground had been ripped beneath my feet, and some cruel person was getting a good laugh or making a quick dollar at the expense of my demise.
It took time, but I realized the world was bigger than a town. I was forced to give up trivial memories that had only worsened the process of adjusting. I started to make friends and become ten years old again- but not the same kind of ten I was in Wayne. I lost my naivety to something that can only be described as the process of growing up.
At ten years old, I learned that there was more to the world than one town. I had to experience new things and go through a lot of discomfort to become the person I am today. You can’t hold the whole world in your hands.
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
callmesuper's journal
cranky
cheerful
sick
crazy
tired
bouncy
scared