There it is. In the tiny dim corner in the back of the room. Stuck beside an old bookbag and and a floor lamp. Sure enough it’s seen more action filled days and sunlight. From being banged around on bus trips to seeing swamped fields after rain, it’s been through everything imaginable. It has the marks and chips to prove all it’s wear and tear. To the common eye it won’t look like much but, it’s seen many significant moments in my life that couldn't be seen by just its physical imperfections. For an object with such significant meaning to me you'd think I'd have it hung up or in case somewhere. Even though it was never treated like a trophy , it’s meaning to me is as such. It doesn’t get the attention that it used to but, it still floods my mind …show more content…
Searching endless stores trying to find one that fit perfectly. Strolling isle after isle, in the endless amount of sporting good stores in my home town , just searching for that special one. Even when it was finally mine I never realized how much it would mean to me years later. I remember sitting in the car with it on my lap on the way home. The other bags equipment I had purchased that day were at my feet, not catching my attention as my stick did. As it lay across my lap , captured by my full gaze, you’d think I’d be admiring the black and green design ,the divine craftsman ship of how it was made, or even at the fact that I had just spent two-hundred dollars on a piece of sports equipment. Yet, those statements above were the furthest thoughts from my mind. My thoughts in that moment were of nothing materialist. They were focused on the decision I knew that I was making. I had never played with an actual team before and I felt nervousness all the way to my bones. Terrified that my petty parks and recreation experience wouldn't be nearly enough, something in that moment where my eyes were permanently fixed on that stick gave me the courage I needed to
For instance, the narrator explains every time she visits her mother she owns less and gradually only has a small amount of stuff left over. The narrator addresses the few things remaining are the ones given to her by her children. The mother implies letting go of tangible things and holding on harder to remember the important people is more precious. The remarkable idea of recycling everything and feeling no regret is unforgettable. Many people value material possession rather than well-being and actualized lives.
“If a man hasn’t discovered something he will die for, then he hasn’t got a reason to live.” These were famous words of the late Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., spoken June 23, 1963 in Detroit, Michigan.
Secondly, composite sticks have been the dominant stick used among NHL players over the past decade (Zhang & Beamish, 2011, p.18), and as such have grown rapidly in popularity amongst children and amateur players (Zhang & Beamish, 2011, p.19). Despite the fact that Sher-Wood anticipates the composite stick business to grow in volume and profitability, there is a sufficient imbalance between market demand and Sher-Wood’s product output, since wooden sticks still account for approximately half of their hockey stick models. (Zhang & Beamish, 2011, p. 24)
“The Things They Carry” by Tim O’Brien Really puts into perspective what we as humans carry on a day to day basis. They things that make us who we are, whether those “thing” be tangible or not, we all carry things that are special and unique to us. I am here to tell you about mine. One thing I carry is a counter, which weighs less than a pound, I chose to carry, to help me count the number of curse words that I say in a day, so that the next day I can decrease that number, until I teach myself not to say negative words.
I have had many possessions precious to me, but non-mount to the only thing that I have had since I was born, my baby blanket. The blanket has gone through life with me, been with me through it all. This blanket is my childhood; it means the most to me and it is the memories I couldn’t bear to hold. Though it’s a torn up piece of fabric, I could never let it
When I think of my Oma, many colors come to mind. But if I were to choose one, it would be brown, the color of her vast variety of homemade cookies. Besides being the best baker in the world, she has also been across the world. I can not name a single country that my Oma has not visited. From Brazil to Austria, she knows more facts about every country, than I know about America. Whenever she gets the chance, my Oma invites us to come along with her on her international expeditions. Even if the planned destination is one hour away, I am eager for what lies ahead until the day we depart for home. Thank you, Oma for the many opportunities of a
At this point in the poem, the speaker’s attitude toward loss is rather blasé due to the fact that the items she has misplaced holds no emotional attachment and can be replaced.
Every person has on object in their life that is very precious to the, for me, it is my pearl necklace. They are small and round and a lustrous cream color with a pink sheen. They have a tiny gold clasp that holds the necklace together. My pearls tell a story than no other personal artifact can: my heritage. The pearls symbolized tradition and womanhood in my family’s life, and they were to be worn with dignity and pride. Every holiday, the girls of the family accessorized their outfits with the pearls given by our grandmother. They were something we all had in common: the thread that linked our generations together. I recall looking down at my Nana’s casket and I could almost hear her voice whispering
My artifact is brown and black with almost 2 decades’ worth of memories; this object is my stuffed Rottweiler named Max. This artifact, although motionless with four legs, has walked to the moon and back with me as a child full of imagination. This artifact stores the most precious memories and has been with me at every step in my life. Max is very meaningful to me because we have shared many memories, from birth until now. My stuffed animal has been with me through every ups and downs in life, every change that has ever occurred to me, has been a part my past and present; and represents my future.
I personally relate well to a specific portion of this story. Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried a pebble with him everywhere he went. It may seem absurd to carry a pebble while at war… what’s the use, right? However, he carried more than just a pebble; he carried his love for Martha through that seemingly useless rock. I too carried an object like that pebble: something seemingly useless. I acquired a green wrist band while with my good friend. This was one of the last times I spoke to her. From that day on, I wore the green wrist band every minute of every hour for two years. Although I cared very much for her, the feelings only went in one direction. Every time I looked down at the green band it reminded me of her. One day the green wrist band finally snapped… but I wasn’t sad. When it gave out it was almost like closure for me. When the small weight of that band was lifted from my wrist, an even larger weight was lifted from my heart. I looked down at the fractured band, smiled, and threw it
Richard Rogers’ song “Favorite Things” talks about how the narrator’s favorite things make them feel better when times aren’t the best. People often have a memento from childhood that they keep throughout their life, such as a stuffed animal or a tea set. These possessions represent a memory or event from one’s life -whether it be from early on or from later in life- which in turn remind them of the feelings from the times they received it. These tokens from their early life often mean the world to them, and this is an accurate description of how I feel about my “Blankie.” My blanket is a source of comfort, every small imperfection has a memory behind it, and these impressions make the blanket unique to my life and my experiences. While most of the details that reside on my blanket are small and often remain unnoticed, each one makes it more important to me.
Objects can prove to be the cause of some of the most impactful features or events in someone’s life. “Once he finished work on the Prospector and we struck it rich, he’d start work on our Glass Castle.” (Walls 25). The Prospector was a symbol of aspiration, she wanted to have a more exciting and fulfilling life. Although it also represents lies and distrustfulness because her father never actually worked on the Prospector. Instead, he went out and got drunk. The Glass Castle is quite impactful in Jeannette’s life, it gave her hope for a better life. However it’s not just that, it’s confidence in her father. That he will provide for her and create a good life for her, despite the drinking and other horrible habits he has developed. Jeannette
Everyone holds onto things in order to comfort them through their life. Have you ever realized later on that it's not actually what it was in your memories? In The Things They Carried Chapter 2, “Love” by Tim O’Brien shifts form a more casual but sad tone to a hopeful tone, uses conflicting narrative, symbolism, and an unclear message to reveal that the things people hold onto aren't always what they are thought to be.
Sometimes a person may feel that they have no purpose in life. Finding out who you are just takes the time of sitting down and thinking of the importance in your life. Who am I? I am Mercedes Kimberly Kingston, and I am a person with different personalities, characteristics, and identities. The many ways, in which I identify myself, in fact, are the ways that define who I am. My Identity is something only I can fully define. I have a little brother, which makes me a sister; I have two loving parents, which makes me a daughter; I am in college studying medicine, which makes me a student; and I have wonderful friends in desperate need of support, which makes me a wonderful best friend.