My Love In My Life

Curiosity, undoubtedly, is one of the universal characteristics of a child. The innate desire to explore and understand comes just as naturally as eating and sleeping. For example, I was eager to discover how my mother was able to play such enchanting melodies on the piano. While she methodically pressed each key, I observed as the corresponding hammer struck a set of strings to produce a pleasant sound. My curiosity and the love of music sparked my desire to learn the piano; thus, leading me to learn and ceaselessly play for the past 12 years.

Weather can create many mix of emotions that may confuse anyone. A story that can relate to this is “The Love of My Life” by T.C. Boyle which illustrates the theme of weather and its connection to love. Weather always have some sort of connection with humans’ emotion regardless the person’s situation. In “The Love of My Life” the main characters Jeremy and China show their love through moments of certain weather.

During the summer, I began dating this beyond wonderful boy a few years older than me, knowing full well that he’d be leaving for college and I’d be leaving to visit family in Boston in less than 3 weeks, and on top of that, I’d probably doom the relationship early due to my need to control everything, cynical outlook and fear of commitment, but I decided I had to go for it because I knew that in order to have a well-rounded life full of different experiences and genuine connections, I had to risk losing control over everything and have to care about someone else more than my own feelings.

It has been fifteen years since my parents and my brother Jack adopted me. I was only two then, but now i’m seventeen. I love my life, I have a happy, loving family, I live in a nice house on a farm in Maine, my brother Jack is my bestfriend but I also have other friends, and I have a boyfriend named Justin. I guess you could say my life is perfect. Expect there’s more to me than you think. I’m adopted and even though I love my life there is still a part of me that wants to find my birth parents and know more about them. My parents tell me all about my birth dad. His name is Joseph. He loved me very much but he was only thirteen when I was born and then about a year later he died in a car wreck. Nobody really knows what happened to my mom,

Why are teenagers falling in love in their age? Is there a specific reason? Probably, there is not a definite reason. “The love of my life’’ is the one very knowledgeable article for early age relationship peers that represent a real social problem in modern society. Jeremy and china are main character that represent teenager’s role in this article. They have an immature love in each other because they have the physical relationship by looking movie and behavior from parents, however; they don’t attention on potential dangerous in the future of their life. In “The love of my life’’ Boyle explores the idea that decisions made during one’s teenage years affect one’s adulthood.

Love and friendships- My first friendship was one i am still been with for almost 15 years and growing up with him is like having a brother in another family. We would always go and listen to music and fool around, my first time coming into the U.S i already had someone to be around. When his oldest brother died i was still brand new here. It was still very tragic and even though me and him didn't know his brother as much it was difficult to believe it happened. The thing i most admire about friendship is that if you are that much close like brothers you can tell each other almost any deep dark secrets, being close to someone who is almost similar as you is the best thing about being in a friendship. It always helps being friends with someone you can trust.

When my older sisters were still in high school, every morning before school, my mother woke up bright and early, cooked breakfast, curled, straightened, or braided my sister’s and my hair, and drove us to school. After we were at school, my mother went to work, came home and prepared lunch for my dad, folded the laundry, washed the dishes and cleaned the house until it was spotless. Then she picked my sisters and me up from school, whipped up something for dinner, and double-checked if everyone had their homework finished and all the clothes, forms, and supplies we needed for school the next day. Everyday my mother does so much for my family, and she has had a tremendous impact in my life. My mother not only takes care of my family, but she also helps support other families, all the while contributing greatly to the Wabasso school district. My mother is an extraordinary woman.

Have you ever had something you love taken away from you in the worst way possible? Believe it or not, I have had that happen to me. It wasn't something material like a phone, book or even money. It was something much more precious, something that you only find once in a lifetime. This thing was taken away in a way that you might think has ceased to exist or would only happen in the medieval times. Thanks to the idiots and ignorance of the people being misled. Our natural response to something that we don't understand is to automatically consider it bad or evil.

March 11th, 2014, I was lying in my bed listening to music, when my sister went up to me and told me, "Andi died." Andi was my best friend at the time. When we were younger, Andi and I would spend almost every weekend together. We would play together at recess in elementary school. I remember playing horse and cowboy. One person would down on their hands and feet, and the other would sit on their back. The person who was on the ground would try to walk around and throw the other person off of their back. I always was the horse, because she was significantly shorter and smaller than I was. I always attempted to sound like a horse "neigh, neigh". Andi was part of my group of friends at school, whenever someone had a birthday party, we would all be invited. At my friend Anna's birthday party one year. We played the dance game Michael Jackson: The Experience. Whenever there was a dance duet, Andi would want to play because she was obsessed with Michael Jackson, but no one wanted to play with her. After a while, I went up and told her I would do it with her. After that, we would spend hours upon hours dancing to Michael Jackson.

My mother is a very complicated woman. I believe the best way to describe her would be, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” I know, weird way to start off my literary story, right? As much as I do not like my mother, I love her, and respect her. While I am being honest, I owe my work ethic and a vast majority of my success to her, as much as I hate to admit it. The way she lived her life, most college graduates and the societal hoity toity types would raise their noses to. However, you can’t deny her dedication to her children and their education, she is the start of my literacy journey.

Granddad I blame you, I blame you for everything that had happened to our family year. I blame you for all the heartbreak and the tears that my family had cried. You were supposed to be the “head” of our family but, no you let me down, you let every family member down. I have been holding in these feelings for years but you are getting older and so am I. I’m trying to forgive you. I want to forgive you, but first I need to explain to you what you did to me.

I lay awake on a freezing winters night. It was as cold as an arctic snowstorm, and as dark as a planet with no sun. My eyes were open as wide as a deer’s in front of a moving vehicle. There was one thing on my mind, and one thing only, the love of my life. Her long silky hair, her smooth, tanned skin, her pristine beauty and her effervescent, god like personality were all I ever desired; She was as sweet as a honeycomb and as unique as a sparkling snowflake in a vast blizzard. Our relationship had once been absolutely immaculate, absolutely flawless; or so I believed. There was only one problem, one only; it seemed as though no matter how hard I endeavoured to fulfil her desires, I just couldn 't. For I had endured thousands of long hours in the scalding heat, toiling endlessly; building prodigious mansions for men who were far more powerful than me, earning nothing but a mere pittance. However, it was worth enduring the sweet agony to win her love.

I can proudly say that I am happy of the person I am becoming . Throughout

I was walking home from school one day when I first noticed something wrong, I could feel eyes on me even though I could not see anyone anywhere near me. As I was walking along I heard someone from behind me calling my name.

During the summer of 2008, my family and I took a trip to Rome. I had anticipated this for most of that year, and I was very excited when the day finally arrived to leave. Summer break was already a month in, and I had been packing for the last few days. The flight was almost nine hours, and most of the flight I slept. When we arrived in Italy, we went to our hotel and for the next few days, we went to many places like the, Colosseum and the Pantheon. We also went to many restaurants that reflected the Italian culture. I recall tasting a margarita, and it being some of the best pizza I 've had, it was thin and delicious. A few days into the trip, my parents decided to take us to the Sistine Chapel. At the time I had minimal knowledge of world history, so I did not understand what this place was, but once we arrived, I was amazed by its size , the beauty of the painting and I when I realize how old it was, I found it very interesting. We decided to take a tour, along with a tour guide, telling our group information along the way. Although we were in a group, there was a mass of other people, as well as many other tours going on. We would go to many rooms, some people would stay in a room, while others would move on. There was so much to see, and since there was art on the ceiling, my eyes were mostly locked above me. In a particular room, I had gone ahead, while my parents had stayed. I thought I had remembered what room they were, and how to get there from where I was, but I