College Admissions Essay: My First Love

I sit in the chair in the corner of my room. There’s a candle burning, it fills the room with a pleasant scent. I sit in anticipation as my grandchild picks out a book for me to read to them. My mind is crowded with all the thoughts of what can be chosen from my bookshelf, all the “friends” from all these years. Once the book is chosen they come and sit on my lap. I’m excited to share my first love, that was introduced to me by my grandfather no less, with someone. From a young age my grandfather was always there for me, any time of day, and no matter what I needed. He was always someone I could look up to, someone who helped to shape who I am today. He was by far not the best, I mean this is the man who let me climb on the roof at two …show more content…
When I was in elementary school my family moved around quite a bit, no two places were ever the same, the only constant that remained in each school and county were libraries. Moving around a lot as a kid is an exciting and scary thing, on one hand, you can reinvent yourself each time you go to a new place but on the other friendships never seem to last. Each time I found myself in a new place without friends, I found myself staying the same, the kid who always had his head buried in a book. Normally kids would jump at the chance to make new friends, I, however, couldn’t. It was always hard for me to make new friends so instead, I’d occupy myself with reading; I was fine with not having many friends as long as I had my books. During the periods without friends, books became my friends as books could never leave me and were always there whether I moved or not. It was at those times when I began to pour myself into my readings that the relationship became more intimate. It had been years since my grandfather passed and I couldn’t remember much of him or anything from that time but through reading, I began to feel closer to him, as he had read to me every day during the point in time where our lives had …show more content…
Through the act, my taste in books was largely shaped as to what books I became drawn towards, fantasy. The draw towards fantasy is an immense one, being able to travel through far-off and fantastical worlds is a breathtaking experience. It is again through these worlds and grand adventures that I truly feel a connection to my grandfather, I know he would have loved them just as much if not more than I do. It was through the love of reading and exploring these fantasy worlds that I was able to make it through some of the toughest times I had faced thus