my first love essay

The year 1998, I discovered my love for the first “music box” I had ever laid my eyes on. I had seen a late night infomercial for songs of the golden oldie 50 's. Although I should have been asleep, my eyes infatuate on this enormous, brown, and oblong-shape box with outstretched sides. On the top of this “music box’’ it has a choice of songs to select. I was fascinated by the bright lights that were a playful color that seems to tread with the music. I enjoyed listening to the infomercial that mesmerized

Music was my first love, and I don't think that will ever change. I've loved music for as long as I can remember. From my brother singing songs in our car, to my parents filling our house with songs from musicians like Johnny Cash, ACDC and Prince and everything in between and to my first piano lesson. Music has impacted my life and many others lives so greatly, I thought what better time to highlight some of the many benefits of music, in schools, mental health and how music affects our brain

It was early in September, still warm out but autumn was just around the corner. Today was an exciting day, because tonight would be an exciting night. Tonight would finally be the night. I was ready… right? My tall, soccer player boyfriend laid on his bed in his dimly lit room. The room resembled that of a 12 year old – stuffy, unkempt and lacking any sense of maturity. Why clean a room that mom was still there to clean, I figured he thought. I was 16, only days away from turning 17, but when

1994, my mother, Jill, married her first love: David Harbaugh. They met each other through family, and soon enough, we were all related. My dad’s best friend is Scott Schilling and my mother’s cousin is Scott Schilling; therefore, whenever the family got together, my dad always came along. Jill and David soon became best friends and partners. On June 11, 1994, they made their vows to always be there for each other. On June 20, 1999 (Father’s Day), I was born at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital. My mom stated

even that long ago, when you met your first true love? What was it your best friend? Gage was my first true love and my best friend since I was a young child. I understand most of you don’t believe that I could understand love at such a young age. When it isn’t something you see in everyday life, you remember the most important parts and learn from them. When people pass away most people can’t say they have learned something good from it. Gage has influenced my life in many ways: taught me how to care

Dear family, mother, father, dearest grandmother, and beloved cousins, if my misfortune is your happiness, then I'll gladly suffer. If my wails at night are music to your ears, then I’ll write you a symphony. If my blood, sweat, and tears keep you shining, then I’ll bleed you an ocean. To my family of whom I would do anything for, if the Hannah Pham in front of you doesn't meet your standards, then, I’ll gladly see her out. Almost every Asian child is taught the most fundamental principle of our

leaking through my torn Kevlar jacket. I graze my neck with my index finger. Then run my finger across a slit running across my neck from the right side of my carbon fiber helmet to my left shoulder. I imagine a better place. Maybe dinner tonight with my pretty lady and some deep dish sausage and onion pizza. I see Frank Sinatra with pulled back brown hair, a top hat and a black suit with a red bow tie standing upon the stage. He starts singing, "Come Fly with Me". My first love story may not be

emerge from the towering clouds as I step onto the vibrant green grass for the first time. I lock eyes with the monstrous building and tilt my head back until I have reached the roof. There I was. A stick-like, puny, first year college student looking at my home for the next four years. Yet I can't manage to take a second step. I stand there, staring at the giant brick block and lift my classic yellow rain jacket hood up over my impressively soft chocolate hair, protecting it from the harm of the rain

In the book Gabriel: A Poem by Edward Hirsch, he structure the elegy starting at the funeral home where his son Gabriel lays, he then is remembering all the events form Gabriel’s life leading up to his death. Edward Hirsch uses a three line ten stanza on each page, without punctuation. This is to signify that the starting and stopping of punctuation cannot unpack the hardship of outliving your child. The three line stanzas imply the book’s most painful suggestion that, “The dead are no more than

There once was a deep forest with the largest tower any unisexed individual ever laid eyes upon. In this tower, there was an incredibly handsome individual named Raphael. Raphael had delicate blue eyes, toned muscles, a nicely shaped fade, - oh - and a one hundred foot beard. His testosterone levels were surly through the roof. You might be wondering, “Why does Raphael have a one hundred foot beard, and if he is so devilishly handsome, why does he live by himself in a tower?” Well, Raphael was kidnapped