Perhaps it is because I am an archaeologist, but I find it easy to see the correlation between my youth and where I am now. My past was primarily filled with day dreams, forests, travel, and unfortunately the deaths of many family members. Each event greatly shaped me into the person I am today. Someone who I like to believe is kind hearted, adventurous, greatly interested in the lives of other people, and pursuing a perception of the world that makes me happy to be alive.
As a child, I remember being enveloped by my own imagination. I loved playing make believe, with my twin sister and older brother. I created worlds impossible to live out in reality and filled them with magic creatures where I could live out my adventures. I craved a world …show more content…
Not only was I lost in worlds no one else experienced, but the letters placed in front of me raced off the page as words switched around. The setback of dyslexia wasn’t terrible but it did manifest itself in the way my sister started reading much faster than me, how my peers could read out loud without stuttering consistently, by the way my teachers lacked compassion when I could not understand the directions. Luckily, my parents were never troubled by this so it gave me confidence to continue progressing. My mother’s constant assurance in who I was relieved much of the fear I had.
By the time I was seven, I was doing well but my life was about to change drastically. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and fought with everything she had to get past it. She never seemed sickly and not once did I hear her complain or break down. While her bravery was admirable, it forced away the realization that my mom could die. This form of hubris made her loss that much harder. By the time I was eleven, we had lost all our grandparents, mother, and close uncle for various …show more content…
I kept thinking about the things I loved, nature, culture, looking at the past, and then somehow just found it, archaeology. Of course my parents did not really understand what it was, and I still get back lash for it at times, but it has already lead me to so many more experiences and personal growth.
In college, I grew through the incredible teachers I had, classes that taught me to deal with my past, and more world experiences than I could have ever hoped for. My sophomore year I had my first real chance at working in an archaeological environment in St. Kitts. We worked at a historical site up the mountain and spent lengthy, hot, days hunched over a hole in the ground. I could not have been happier. There is something about seeing the physical remnants of the past that changes your perspective. It is one thing to read about history, it is another to hold it in your
As a child, I remember being enveloped by my own imagination. I loved playing make believe, with my twin sister and older brother. I created worlds impossible to live out in reality and filled them with magic creatures where I could live out my adventures. I craved a world …show more content…
Not only was I lost in worlds no one else experienced, but the letters placed in front of me raced off the page as words switched around. The setback of dyslexia wasn’t terrible but it did manifest itself in the way my sister started reading much faster than me, how my peers could read out loud without stuttering consistently, by the way my teachers lacked compassion when I could not understand the directions. Luckily, my parents were never troubled by this so it gave me confidence to continue progressing. My mother’s constant assurance in who I was relieved much of the fear I had.
By the time I was seven, I was doing well but my life was about to change drastically. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and fought with everything she had to get past it. She never seemed sickly and not once did I hear her complain or break down. While her bravery was admirable, it forced away the realization that my mom could die. This form of hubris made her loss that much harder. By the time I was eleven, we had lost all our grandparents, mother, and close uncle for various …show more content…
I kept thinking about the things I loved, nature, culture, looking at the past, and then somehow just found it, archaeology. Of course my parents did not really understand what it was, and I still get back lash for it at times, but it has already lead me to so many more experiences and personal growth.
In college, I grew through the incredible teachers I had, classes that taught me to deal with my past, and more world experiences than I could have ever hoped for. My sophomore year I had my first real chance at working in an archaeological environment in St. Kitts. We worked at a historical site up the mountain and spent lengthy, hot, days hunched over a hole in the ground. I could not have been happier. There is something about seeing the physical remnants of the past that changes your perspective. It is one thing to read about history, it is another to hold it in your