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 …show more content…
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.

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