Essay on My First Memories Of A Old Owl

1727 Words Sep 20th, 2015 7 Pages
One of my first memories is of my grandmother telling my sister and me about a short poem her teach forced the class to memorize and recite. “A wise old owl sat in an oak, the more he saw, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard, the wise old owl, was a wise old bird”. My parents raised my sister and me with the similar teaching that children are meant to be seen and not heard, following the logic that children’s opinions and thoughts are inferior to those of adults and, therefore, don’t improve the conversation by interjecting their unworthy opinions. Being raised in this way affected the way my sister and I interact with the world, even to this day. We are some of the quietest students in class, but looking back at the Wise Old Owl poem, being quiet definitely has advantages. By staying close to silent in class from early on, I noticed that those who dominate the conversation tend to think less and say more, and although teachers do tend to push participation, I’m happy my parents raised me to observe, rather than to say whatever comes to my mind. As expected I hardly ever wrote as a child, for similar reasons. I wondered what the point was, of writing something (for schoolwork) that had already been said, written and discussed around the world. The only audience I had was my teachers, who were already receiving dozens of the same reports, on information they already knew. All the work seemed pointless and redundant. This went against my nature of keeping…

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