My Life - Original Writing Essay

The wind was blowing and leaves were falling, it was fall. It was my favorite time of year. I stood out on my front porch and soaked up the fall breeze and the pumpkin spice smells. Everything was perfect and for a moment it felt like there was nothing wrong with my life. Then I heard her, it was my Mom.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

What is a sport? If you look it up in a dictionary it is defined as “An activity involving physical exertion and skill that is governed by a set of rules or customs and often undertaken competitively.” For me sports is so much more than that. Sport is dedication, determination, teamwork and self discipline, for me sports is life.

At 7:30 a.m. on June 15th 2008, Mr. Jackson called a meeting with two out of his remaining ten workers. They gathered together in the Kennedy Conference Room to discuss the recession and the effects it has had on this business they all work for.

We all like to pretend that we have control over our lives. Being in control makes us feel powerful, like we are ready for anything. With everything that goes on in the world we never can truly be in full control of our lives, but the moments that we felt we were in control are looked back as good times in our lives. Of course, it’s the moments where we lose control that stick with us the most.

We all like to pretend that we have control over our lives. Being in control makes us feel powerful, like we are ready for anything. With everything that goes on in the world we never can truly be in full control of our lives, but the moments that we felt we were in control are looked back as good times in our lives. Of course, it’s the moments where we lose control that stick with us the most.

Lights; red and blue. Handcuffs; silver and waiting. A jail cell; cold and desolate. Each of these words describe things that a criminal would have seen before being introduced to their fate. What do a criminal and little Anna have in common? More than one would think, but that is to be explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny. You're probably wondering how I could have possibly robbed something that doesn’t exist, but my seven year old self would tell you otherwise in a heartbeat. To me, the day I robbed the very real Easter Bunny was a day I will never forget.

I was born and raised in Pune, India and moved to USA at the age of 9. As my family navigated our upper middle class lives in Pune, people all around us suffered. They were born into poverty, with no money or food, and often no family to care of them. As I went to shopping malls and watched movies, I just had to look a few feet in any direction to be reminded of the fortune I had, and the misfortune others suffered. One of my earliest memories was of a child no older than 8, covered with fecal matter and dirt, struggling to pull his father, a blind quadriplegic, on a sled. The father, riddled with open wounds and fleas, was begging for money, flailing his body towards people he could not see. Not a single person even looked his way. Who was going to take care of the poor father and his son, ensure that they were both fed, deliver the medicine they needed? To this day, I wonder if anyone ever bothered taking care of them, and if either of them even survived. His desperate pleas continue to reverberate in my head, and the guilt I feel for not answering his pleas makes me feel like their fate was on my hands. That was the first day I felt helpless in my life, as I did nothing but watch poor father and his son from inside my car.

“Mom, when I grow up; I’m moving to New York City!” I remember telling my mother at the tender age of twelve. That dream of living in the big apple stayed in the back of my head until it finally became a reality. I was twenty years old and was ready to come into my own, so I made one of the most significant decisions of my life. A decision that is most responsible for the evolvement of a young boy having to quickly become a man. I moved to New York City. It was there that I would soon learn, that along with all the excitement and responsibilities associated with this new chapter of my life, also came a ton of fears and many lonely nights. It was there, where I would have to learn to fend for myself to survive. After all, this was an enormous unfamiliar city full of people, tall buildings, unforgettable noises, a distinctive scent and big dreams. It was there, in New York City, that I would grow up and spend the next sixteen years of my life.

I was sitting at a picnic table with a young boy struggling next to me. His hand was gripped so tightly onto mine that there were petite fingernail impressions lining my hand. He was screaming, crying, kicking up the loose gravel that laid on the ground. All because he didn't want to kill a fish at fishing camp. This was just one of the countless fits a day that this young boy would have in a day. And learning how to help him was one of the most gratifying experiences I have attained in my life.

I remember saying to myself one day I 'm going to ask everyone who knows me what would they say if they had to describe me. I was so shocked when I got the same answer from everyone. “Well, you 're very pretty…,” they’d say with a long pause. It caused me to think, Wow, is that all I am? Is that all I have to offer?

Being in love with marine animals from a small age, I was always counting down the days till I can go to myrtle beach or florida.

I was taught to be accepting, outgoing, and independent. By this point in my life, that's exactly what I've become. My education, happiness, and family were always top priorities.