We walked up a pavilion sitting alone in a field surrounded by trees. The layout of the building was symmetrical, with four doorways to an cozy arrangement of picnic tables and outdoor fireplaces on both ends. The walls were stone and seeped a sense of abandonment. We made conversation while he began setting up his equipment. I explored the setting, admiring the crevices and graffiti left behind. When I came to the fireplace, I noticed feces covering the mantel and ash that saturated much of the brick. There was a deep ambiance surrounding the pavilion, I soon became overwhelmed with emotion.
He began to take pictures and asked me to smile. I tried. “Now that’s a sad-happy.” He said, poking fun. I tried and I tried to smile and he finally …show more content…
I don’t remember if I told him I hadn’t started or that I didn’t even know where to start. I could just write about my mother leaving, maintaining three jobs since I was sixteen, how I care for my father, or where I want to be in five years. I felt that, “Hi, I’m Jasmine Gragg. I’m 18, and I like the color red,” would be such a bore. Well-- it would be a good start but those are just facts of my life. Who I am is not the tragedies or the good memories. I write poetry when the sun sleeps. I love my family even if I don’t have a mother. I long for acceptance. I find beauty in myself and in those who cannot see their own. Nobody ever held my hand through hard times, which made me into somebody who carries others though the dark. I’m too young to know who I am because I haven't experienced who I want to be. We then moved locations to finish the photo shoot somewhere else. The most significant feeling I had that day was when I was leaving. I had to drive past the pavilion. Inside an old couple had lit a fire, and sat at the picnic tables. I saw they were eating and laughing. It was the most human thing I have ever witnessed. I was under the impression the pavilion was abandoned and unkempt; however, a couple welcomed it with laughter and warmth. It reminded me that I will never be alone. Everyone will always have somebody to share life
He began to take pictures and asked me to smile. I tried. “Now that’s a sad-happy.” He said, poking fun. I tried and I tried to smile and he finally …show more content…
I don’t remember if I told him I hadn’t started or that I didn’t even know where to start. I could just write about my mother leaving, maintaining three jobs since I was sixteen, how I care for my father, or where I want to be in five years. I felt that, “Hi, I’m Jasmine Gragg. I’m 18, and I like the color red,” would be such a bore. Well-- it would be a good start but those are just facts of my life. Who I am is not the tragedies or the good memories. I write poetry when the sun sleeps. I love my family even if I don’t have a mother. I long for acceptance. I find beauty in myself and in those who cannot see their own. Nobody ever held my hand through hard times, which made me into somebody who carries others though the dark. I’m too young to know who I am because I haven't experienced who I want to be. We then moved locations to finish the photo shoot somewhere else. The most significant feeling I had that day was when I was leaving. I had to drive past the pavilion. Inside an old couple had lit a fire, and sat at the picnic tables. I saw they were eating and laughing. It was the most human thing I have ever witnessed. I was under the impression the pavilion was abandoned and unkempt; however, a couple welcomed it with laughter and warmth. It reminded me that I will never be alone. Everyone will always have somebody to share life