From a young age, I was taught to always find the bright side of any situation. My mom would tell me that I needed to be positive in even the worst circumstances. Growing up with this positive policy had worked throughout my younger years, but began to diminish once entering my teen years. For some people as they grow older, their views, their attitude, and their personality begin to change. The moment one enters their teen years, being innocent is no longer an excuse. One may embark on new experiences and learn to understand how negative the world around them truly is. For me, my sense of optimism took a turn into pessimism as I grew into a negative environment; even with my pessimistic worries, it doesn’t stop me from seeing the bright side
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The classroom was as wild as a herd of wildebeest. Everyone would be jumping off the walls and shrieking into each other’s ears. While the crazy kids would be running around the classroom, I can remember playing dolls with my best friend, Mia, in the corner of the room. One day while we were playing, someone stole her favorite doll and had cut its hair right off stating, “she needed a haircut.” Mia began to bawl her eyes out after witnessing such horror. While Mia was crying, I went by her side and patted her back saying, “It’s okay. Her hair will grow back.” Needless to say, the doll’s hair didn’t grow back. I can remember prancing around my yard singing songs and waving a stick around as if it were my magical wand. At a young age, being happy was all that I could ever be. My mom would always remind me that a happy face equals a happy life. No one could bring me down. Moving Away from …show more content…
My siblings were devastated to hear such horrible news. They thought their world was at an end. I remember hugging my brother and sister, saying how much fun it would be to move away. I told them that they would meet so many new people and have a multitude of different kinds of experiences to encounter. I was only 5 at the time, so starting a fresh new life somewhere that wasn’t made from my imagination was something that I couldn’t wait for. As for my older siblings, they had grown up living in Texas with their close friends and family. Of course it would be harder from them to move away from their childhood home. For me, I was excited to hear the news until I had arrived to my new home; my mom’s positive policy seemed to fly out the window. When I first caught a glimpse of my new home, I thought, “Is this really where I am going to spend my next 13 years? What if people here don’t like me?” My optimistic self began to question if my life here in this new state would actually live up to what I told my siblings. Happy face began to fall to sad face; sad face would equal sad
The classroom was as wild as a herd of wildebeest. Everyone would be jumping off the walls and shrieking into each other’s ears. While the crazy kids would be running around the classroom, I can remember playing dolls with my best friend, Mia, in the corner of the room. One day while we were playing, someone stole her favorite doll and had cut its hair right off stating, “she needed a haircut.” Mia began to bawl her eyes out after witnessing such horror. While Mia was crying, I went by her side and patted her back saying, “It’s okay. Her hair will grow back.” Needless to say, the doll’s hair didn’t grow back. I can remember prancing around my yard singing songs and waving a stick around as if it were my magical wand. At a young age, being happy was all that I could ever be. My mom would always remind me that a happy face equals a happy life. No one could bring me down. Moving Away from …show more content…
My siblings were devastated to hear such horrible news. They thought their world was at an end. I remember hugging my brother and sister, saying how much fun it would be to move away. I told them that they would meet so many new people and have a multitude of different kinds of experiences to encounter. I was only 5 at the time, so starting a fresh new life somewhere that wasn’t made from my imagination was something that I couldn’t wait for. As for my older siblings, they had grown up living in Texas with their close friends and family. Of course it would be harder from them to move away from their childhood home. For me, I was excited to hear the news until I had arrived to my new home; my mom’s positive policy seemed to fly out the window. When I first caught a glimpse of my new home, I thought, “Is this really where I am going to spend my next 13 years? What if people here don’t like me?” My optimistic self began to question if my life here in this new state would actually live up to what I told my siblings. Happy face began to fall to sad face; sad face would equal sad