Creeping down the stairs at seven in the morning, quietly unlocking the door that leads onto the back porch, I get up to take in the sun rising over the ocean, watching it rise for the first and last time of the day. Draped around me like armor is my blanket, and clutched tightly in hand is my shield, which is the novel that I am currently reading. I sit on the porch for an hour, before I hear my friend stumbling down the stairs still trying to wipe away the sleep still in her eyes. She walks onto the porch in a way much similar to mine, but she scrunches her eyes closed as the sun shines into them. She continues walking down the stairs that lead to the beach. Closing my book, I set it down on the seat, and get up to follow …show more content…
“It” is the thing that makes an experience special or meaningful, its something that makes the experience become a memory instead of an event that you pay no attention to later. For me “It” is seeing my best friend, but even before she moved, I was always excited to get to see her; now I get even more excited to the point where when we reach the half-way point between our houses, a gas station, I get out of the car and run up to her, gripping her in the tightest hug that I can manage. She is my “It” because it does not matter where we are; some of my happiest times are when I am with her because our personalities mesh together in a complimentary way. The best kinds of friendship are the types that allow you to just sit in a room and read in silence with that person, there is no need for conversation it just happens when it happens, and the both of you are okay with …show more content…
For me, I might have an entirely different “It” if my friend had not moved away because I wo uld not have experienced that kind of loss and might not have gained as much enjoyment from the time that I spent with her at the beach. Another example of how the situation affects the “It” is when my grandfather died last year on February seventh. I could not bring myself to feel sad that he had died because his Parkinson’s had progressed to the point that he could no longer communicate. He lost a lot of mobility and the ability to do tasks as simple as brushing his hair. He had also begun to develop health problems that could not be treated because he was so spastic. After a family has died you are expected to feel sad and to cry because of that is the symbolic complex that has been created in reference to death and funerals, however, when my grandfather died I did not react in accordance to the symbolic complex. When he died, I could not bring myself to be sad or even cry because I knew that regardless of whether there is anything beyond this earth he was no longer in pain. However, I found myself sitting in my grandmother’s living room the day of the visitation and I was crying uncontrollably, because my mother had just gotten a text from my friend’s mother asking for directions to the