When Lucy stepped through the wardrobe and into Narnia, it changed my life. It was the moment I realized that as difficult as things may seem there is the possibility of magic and something bigger just beyond the door. My life changed at that moment. I had found freedom to be the little girl I was, if only in my imagination. It was more than I had ever known.
Screaming and fighting always seemed to be going on at my house. My dad was a heroin addict and Mom was a rage addict. Everyday there seemed to be a fight. I had watched my mom hit my dad in the head with frying pan, try to run him over with a car, or push him out of a two story window. This is only a few of the incidents that I remember. My dad was no angel; he screamed and threw things. All I wanted to do was escape the world around me. I often tried to use television, but that did not seem to work. The living room was often the war zone for my mom and dad. Unfortunately, that is where the one old television we had sat. To be caught in there while a battle was going on made me feel like a prisoner of war. In addition, having seven brothers and seven sisters made it hard to watch the …show more content…
I was Lucy at that moment. I felt the soft fur of the coats as I pushed through them. It was remarkably dark in the wardrobe. I could feel the temperature change dramatically. I was overwhelmed with anticipation. The wardrobe couldn’t possibly be this big, yet I seemed to keep walking. With my hands reached out to keep me from hitting the back of the wardrobe, I felt something rough and slightly pointy. I was quite confused but curious. I realized I was touching pine needles. How in the world is this possible? The ground turned soft and crunched below my feet as I walked. I felt soft moisture hit my face. It registered quickly that it was snow. Out of nowhere I could see a dim light. This cannot be happening. Then I saw a gentle creature, half man half goat. Time stopped for me. I savored this
Screaming and fighting always seemed to be going on at my house. My dad was a heroin addict and Mom was a rage addict. Everyday there seemed to be a fight. I had watched my mom hit my dad in the head with frying pan, try to run him over with a car, or push him out of a two story window. This is only a few of the incidents that I remember. My dad was no angel; he screamed and threw things. All I wanted to do was escape the world around me. I often tried to use television, but that did not seem to work. The living room was often the war zone for my mom and dad. Unfortunately, that is where the one old television we had sat. To be caught in there while a battle was going on made me feel like a prisoner of war. In addition, having seven brothers and seven sisters made it hard to watch the …show more content…
I was Lucy at that moment. I felt the soft fur of the coats as I pushed through them. It was remarkably dark in the wardrobe. I could feel the temperature change dramatically. I was overwhelmed with anticipation. The wardrobe couldn’t possibly be this big, yet I seemed to keep walking. With my hands reached out to keep me from hitting the back of the wardrobe, I felt something rough and slightly pointy. I was quite confused but curious. I realized I was touching pine needles. How in the world is this possible? The ground turned soft and crunched below my feet as I walked. I felt soft moisture hit my face. It registered quickly that it was snow. Out of nowhere I could see a dim light. This cannot be happening. Then I saw a gentle creature, half man half goat. Time stopped for me. I savored this