“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” These words from Dr.Seuss still stand true, and are something I can relate to. I believe that you should always show your love and appreciation to your family members for what they do for you. Before my sister left for college, I didn’t realize how much I appreciated her and loved her for all the things she did for me.
When I was 12, my sister didn’t let me go skiing down a mountain with my friends, I got really mad at her.
“Mom and Dad told me to ask you if I can go skiing with my friends, so can I?” I asked my sister.
“Maybe, but tell me which mountain and then I’ll decide.” She responded.
“ They’re planning to go down Wachusett mountain.” I replied. A wave of disbelief washed over her face, and I got pretty confused, not knowing that Wachusett was a very dangerous mountain; especially for beginners like me.
“NO.” She said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because it’s one of the most dangerous …show more content…
I just want to have fun!” I yelled at her. She didn’t respond to that. She just walked downstairs, and told my parents couldn’t go. I sat in my room angry and depressed, thinking about how much fun my friends had without me. It turned out that lots of ice formed over the mountain, and it had become even more dangerous than it was before. Even though I still knew about this, I didn’t even thank my sister for pretty much saving my life. From that day on, I have shown as much appreciation and love as I can to her. Even though I still feel annoyed that my friends had lots of fun without me there, I understand the reason my sister didn’t let me go; it was just to protect me. I really started to realize how much I really appreciated my sister after she left for college. The day she was leaving, a sudden feeling of melancholy occurred in my stomach. I realized I had never appreciated my sister for the good things she had done for me, only for the bad
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