Creative Writing: What's in the Inside is Important Essay

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My drive way, always annoyed me, it was made of rocks, not pavement. The rocks made it hard to first learn how to bike and scooter, and roller blade, I could never balance, because all the rocks were different. I live in Westport Connecticut, some people in Connecticut imagine westport a place full of beautiful and perfect and rich people. That word “rich” bothered me. I wasn't rich, so was I not an official “westport girl?”. As a child, when I first learned the stereotype of westport, I always felt I didn't fit in to westport because I wasn't rich. I lived on a farm, unusual for westport, I know, I had cool things, but not the coolest, and I got hand-me-downs from friends. I wasn't poor but I wasn't rich and because of that I felt like I didn't fit in. All my friends lived in four story houses with flat screen t.v’s and pavement driveways, I had a driveway made of rocks and to me that wasn't appropriate for westport. Its funny how the smallest things can change your perspectives on the biggest things.

In 3rd grade, I lived with no worries. I could care less what I wore, I could have lived in a cardboard box, as long as I was happy. When I walked into Greens Farms Elementary school on the first day of 3rd grade I was wearing a blue bow in my hair, an orange tank top, and a blue jean skirt. I didn't mind I looked like a deformed rainbow, I thought it was cool. When I skipped down the hallway to Mrs. Doe’s room I immediately made a friend, her name was MMM and I knew right…