Essay about My Life - Original Writing

827 Words Aug 14th, 2016 4 Pages
I grew up in a typical middle class home with practical and conservative parents. My mother, bless her heart, was the original recycler. She did things that embarrassed me like washing off the aluminum foil after she cooked with it, and then reusing it. She was always saving things for a rainy day and reminding us that you never know what 's around the corner. I couldn’t begin to count the times my parents told me to slow down and stop and smell the roses. As a child, I didn’t have a clue what that meant. Today, the thought of those special roses I barely had time for fill my mind with the sweetest aroma of my life. My dad would spend as much time cleaning his tools as he did using them. He would wash them thoroughly with the garden hose, scrub them with a stiff wire brush and rub oil on them before putting them neatly on the correct hook in the garage.. My dad was happier getting his old clothes and shoes mended then he was buying new ones. He would laugh and make a joke about having to break a new item in when the old ones had already bore the test. My parent’s marriage was good, I think, and their dreams for life were simple. Raise their kids, work hard, and help others whenever possible seemed to be their goal. Our house wasn 't fancy, but it was well kept and we always had plenty of food to eat and clean clothes to wear. Most of their free time was spent working in the garden, visiting relatives and going to church. My dad loved to fish and would throw in…

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