Personal Narrative: My Stupid Conspiracy

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My Stupid Conspiracy
As a child you’re filled with theories about life that aren’t always true. Such as, Santa Clause, as a kid you loved Santa and believed with all your heart until you were told or found out otherwise. This illustrates that we have not experienced life first hand. These little contradictions that we experience keep us imaginative and filled with creativity.
I was young when I believed that all fish could kill me. This belief made me petrified to swim in lakes and oceans. This was rough for me because my parents had a boat and we went on the lake every weekend; also, we went on vacations to Florida and Mexico a lot. I missed out on a lot of fun due to my fear that I would be killed if I went in the water. My parents would try telling me that I was overthinking it too much and I’d be fine, but I wouldn’t believe them. The only water I swam in was pool water, and I loved it so much, but I would never set foot in fish populated water. One day my dad had enough and decided to throw me in the lake without warning. I swam back to the boat as fast as I could, but as I was swimming I realized that I hadn’t been eaten yet. I had realized that I had been wrong for two years. I was so mad at myself for letting myself think this way and missing out on so much. Since that day that my perception was false, I would always go in the water and my parents would have to yell at me to come out of the water. This contradiction had controlled the way I lived my life for a good two years. It was what I believed and my fear kept me from trying to confront my perception, no matter what others said. It was hard for me not to think the other way, because all my friends would swim but me. This frustrated me but not enough to believe otherwise, I figured I was right and nothing could prove otherwise. Once I realized my perception had been false, I had realized that I’ve missed out on so much fun. I was proved wrong and was able to swim without fear. Though I didn’t think the fish were going to kill me, I still have a tad bit fear of swimming in the water when I’m the only one. I need to have another person in the water with me or I will play it off like I don’t want to go in the water. I learned from this experience that I can find myself trapping my beliefs within my head without budging when someone tries to persuade me the other way.
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I was held back by things that I haven’t even experienced yet. Such as, in the Allegory Cave when the prisoners were trapped and held back and unable to experience the world. In this case I wasn’t able to experience the fun of salt water or lake water. Which in my family is a weekend thing that is so much fun. In the Allegory cave Benjamin Jowett illustrates, “When he approaches the light his eyes will be dazzled, and he will not be able to see anything at all of what are now called realities.” This relates to me because when I was first thrown in the water I started crying intensely and swimming back to the boat and soon I realized that everything I knew was a

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