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Personal Narrative: A New Place In The Close

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Six consecutive second place, Science Fair trophies sit in the deepest, darkest, most isolated place in my house... my closet. Upon entering the closet, I’m automatically overwhelmed with a horrifying stench, a mixture of plastic, metal, and disappointment, also known as second place. Once the scent enters the nasal cavity, it immediately calls war upon the cerebellum, attacking strongly and injuring the motor cortex, thus creating a chill to run through my body, leaving me powerless and without words. After the chill, next follows the noise. Mockingly congratulates me, whispering “great job, you almost had it,” oh the humanity; “second place” repeatedly echoes in my ear until I escape the closet. Now I know what you are thinking, “Second place isn’t bad.” To a thirteen-year-old boy who spent all summer figuring out how the magical, breathtaking, transformation of cornstarch and water into a …show more content…

These were not just words, when said, it taught me to put my full heart into everything I do and anything less is meaningless. Growing up I’ve always wanted to be the best at everything I did. Karate, I wanted to be the new and improved Bruce Lee, minus the unflattering hair; gymnastics, I wanted to win gold at the Olympics and have my face blasted on the Frosted Flakes box; music, I wanted to win seven Grammy's in one night just like Adele, without all the heartbreak. In everything I did, I wanted to be great. Reflecting on those trophies I realize how much meaning they hold. Those trophies have shown me that it is impossible to live without failure, and a life without failure is a life too cautious. Failure has provided me self-assurance never acquired through continuous wins. I discovered myself to be persistent and determined. I also find out the pure love my parents had for me. My resilience from failures, hold deep meaning when perceiving my survival

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