My Love Of My Life

Have you ever wondered about how people lived in the late 1800s in America? Historians aren’t the only ones who can teach you about those times. Laura Ingalls Wilder lived in those days and experienced all of the joys, pain and hardship of living the pioneer life. She decided to write about her experiences later in life, and those writings became famous for providing a window into what life was like then. This paper will detail the life of Laura Ingalls Wilder and her contributions to literature and recording american history as the writer of the Little House book series.

Everyone has a story and a past that makes them the person they are today. For Margaret Peterson her love for reading began as a young child. She grew up in a time where electronics and technology wasn't as big as it is today. For her entertainment and hobby she would spend hours reading, at home, in the car, and even on vacation. She lived in a densely populated area. Her father was a farmer, like most men in the community. Her mom was a nurse along with lots of the women in their area. Growing up she did not experience much city life, mainly farm life. However, she knew and believed there was another side of life and opportunities besides what she was around and what her parents had chosen to do with their life. Like many high schoolers who

My passion for reading began the summer before junior high, the English class I would be taking had a required summer reading list. I had no desire to read “boring books” over the summer and summarize them. Fortunately, my parents made me read the first book and I was hooked. Consequently, I became obsessed (in a positive way) with this unbelievable adventure; “The Hatchet” by Gary Paulsen; transported me to the wilderness that summer and sparked my love for reading. From that moment on reading became my favorite pastime. Literature expanded my world beyond the Rio Grande Valley I visited the “Island of the Blue Dolphins”, and decided I needed dogs with “Where the Red Fern Grows”. I have several beloved books that I never get tired of reading,

Receiving my first personal book at age 4, I became curious and soon found it to be a pastime of mine. Whether they were books about tying shoes or how babies were made, I never stopped reading. One book in particular will always be close to me. In fourth grade I started reading the book, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. A few word description could not even illustrate the feelings that ran through me as I scanned the text in front of me. I soon found myself completely zoned out from the rest of the world as I read the stories of Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade. The stories of boys who persevered and endured the turmoil of the the cruel world, while they look on in the distance hoping to soon see a brighter future; fortunately, a story S.E. Hinton told perfectly. What was an assignment, soon became a yearning for. Literature became an escape from the real world. I would find myself parched after hours of reading. There was no end to the inspiration constantly flowing out of this piece of literature. At the age of 9, I was a naive little boy who had never thought about where I would go at an older age, but The Outsiders would forever shape who I would soon

Mrs. Song changed the way I view the world, and encouraged the transition from childhood to adulthood within my culture. She was my tenth grade English tutor, and though her main job was to instruct us through literature, she used movies, hands-on experiences, and personal stories to teach us just how relevant the books’ topics were to everyday life. Mrs. Song introduced me to a new way of viewing society, and taught me I can make a change in the world, even with limited resources. Because of her mentoring, I am changed, and I will continue to change. I have not only come to adore multiple varieties of literature, but I also have come to understand the value of communication, perseverance, and redemption.

A day stands out in my head, this day changed my perspective on sisters. I was at Dallin’s civil war era, 400-acre property with my family. His house was grand in the way a lichen covered boulder is, more remarkable for its past and size than anything else. My family was staying the night there and Ethan’s family had driven over for the day. Our three large families were close friends and when we got together it was a cozy and chaotic mess. It was the perfect place for our imagination to run rampant.

Some of the fondest memories I have of my childhood are of story time with my parents. I would listen for hours in amazement of the captivating stories of valiant knights, beautiful princesses, and other amazing tales. I don’t remember much of that period in my life, but what I do remember is intently listening to every word they spoke and slowly learning what those words really meant. It fascinated me that what appeared to me as just scribbles on a page could be transformed into such amazing stories. At such a young age I could not fathom what a profound effect reading would have on my life. Of all the books my parents read to me the one that had the most profound effect on me was the Disney Pixar book Buzz Lightyear: Space Ranger by Diane Muldrow.

I never really enjoyed being told what and when to do something such as reading. I was fighting with my mom that morning and I was needing something to take me away from reality for just a bit. We have read n feeds every Friday in my teacher, Ms. Bartels’s, class. That particular day I didn’t have a book to read because I was flustered that morning and forgot to grab one. I asked my friend, Cyrus, to help me choose a book. He recommended the Magic Tree House Series- adventures to different historical periods that are portrayed in exciting and thrilling novels. These books also led me to have my current love for travel. Most of the pictures I take are out of town and I one day aspire to travel around the world and try cuisines of different countries and engulf myself in that

Unmistakable recollections of books wind their way into my brain. Adventures and characters with which I once found great comfort urge me to pick up a new novel. Titles flash across my eyes calling me to reach for them. In the haste of the moment, I grasp a fraying hardcover off the shelf. Running my fingers across the surface of the cover, I feel the slight ridges of protruding letters. I peel back the hard cover to reveal a synopsis of what this particular story entails. With impatience and excitement, I devour the summary. In an instant I know that I have found the one--my soon to be next escape from the hectic world I call my life. Book in hand, I turn toward the leather chairs, seemingly waiting for me at the end of the row of shelves. Without taking my eyes away from the novel, I begin my descent into the withered pages. The peace that comes with the words told on the yellowing pages fills my heart. A smile full of pure joy stretches across my face as I’m whisked away, yet again, into another

One of my earliest memories as a child was of my father’s imposing dark-oak bookcase, stocked full of tomes far bigger than my young mind could comprehend. The case loomed over the living room of my childhood home, so many more of my memories have that tower of knowledge and dust as an intimidating backdrop. However, the bookcase always felt much safer when my father was around. With him, it turned into a place of exploration, with me asking my father what “this and that book are,” “what are they about,” “are they good.” So from a young age I built a connection between literature and my father. He was the one I went to time and time again as my reading skills developed, impatiently blurting out to him what happens in my short picture books

At a very young age I became invested in books. I can remember countless summers sitting on the hammock outside my home reading until the sun began it's descent. Reading is not only my escape from reality, but it is also my guide to dealing with reality itself. Recently I had the privilege of reading the book Me Before You, and it influenced me to view the world in a different perspective and left a tremendous impact on my life.

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.

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat

Yeah, I don’t really know what I am doing with myself anymore. When we started dating I was confused and scared. I pushed you away. I know and I feel horrible about it. I didn’t mean to but I just didn’t know how to express my feelings for you and I don’t do well with embarrassment or compliments. And It’s easy for me to get embarrassed when someone I like says something nice to me or about me. Later on I heard that you had done some unfavorable things to people I was close to and I became conflicted. Then my friend told me that he wished for me to break up with you. We talk often about me breaking up with you. People thought that I didn’t really love you, to be honest I wasn’t really sure if I loved you. Then thanksgiving came around and I couldn’t see you or talk to you everyday, so I wished to see you everyday. Though that didn’t come through because I ignored you. Though it wasn’t intentional at first as time passed I was afraid of answering you because I didn’t know what to say. I stopped talking because you insisted on buying me a Christmas gift. Which is a nice gesture but I didn’t want you to buy me anything because I was fine with just having you. The last day we were together Jaden said you were upset with me and I understood why I mean I did ignore you that that hurt you so much. But when you said you would ignore me the rest of the day it made me really upset, Instead of being mature and ignoring that comment since I knew you weren’t going to

Everyone thinks they are in love when they are in high school. We believe we have found the love of our lives even if it just our first boyfriend or girlfriend. I am a victim to this. I "fell in love" my freshman year. A wild, random love that shouldn 't have even started. A hallway craziness, my friend 's like to call it. This love story, if you can even call it that, is how I decided that never again, will I fall in love with a pyscho.