My local library was the first place I got to experience peace and quiet. It’s more of a sanctuary to me, rather than a large building filled with books. It helps keep me calm and collected. I went there by myself after school one day in 7th grade to get a book for some project and started reading it. No one bothered me and I was left alone to just read in peace. It’s also the first place I did something completely by myself. I felt an over whelming sense of independence, which I liked. It was relaxing. Since then I try to go at least once a week to experience this contentment. So I’m especially drawn to locations such as libraries. A place where I am completely content is the library. It is a quiet environment where I can be away from people. It is also very …show more content…
Occasionally I find myself just sitting there, enjoying the silence. It is a great place to let my imagination sore. Anything I could ever want or imagine is there. The first book I ever read more than once was The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. I loved being able to experience camp half blood over and over again. It wasn’t until this book that I really discovered my love for reading. Not only is it filled with fiction novels it also contains any information I could ever want to learn. I often find myself questioning many things and the library provides the information I need to know instead of just aimlessly wondering. Silence is another thing I can experience. It’s one of my favorite things and it is unfortunately not too common in my life. I go to a rather large school where silence is almost completely unheard of. At home the word is just as foreign. I have an eight-year-old brother who loves to hear him self-talk and a dog that barks at leaves falling. Every now and then I just need a break that I can get here. I am I rather anxious person and isolating myself from the world for a couple of hours a week really helps calm me
What I liked most about it was reading from two different perspectives and how those different perspectives met through the book.
Each person has a place that calls to them, a house, plot of land, town, a place that one can call home. It fundamentally changes a person, becoming a part of who they are. The old summer cabins, the bedroom that was always comfortable, the library that always had a good book ready. The places that inspire a sense of nostalgic happiness, a place where nothing can go wrong.
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
I was still sitting there for what felt like hours until I finally got halfway through the first chapter.
Joseph Campbell studied ancient greek mythology for many years. Joseph filled each stage of the journey very well. He accepted all the challenges he got and all the help he needed. He really knew how to fulfill all those stages. Like everyone goes through a heroic journey everyone has to have a story to tell. My story is very contrasty from Joseph’s because he really knew what all the stages meant. My hero's journey consists of my threshold crossing which was when I started depending on myself more than I did on others, my helpers/mentors like my parents, teachers,my sister and many more influential people in my life and my rewards were getting awards in school, having a nice family, and many friends.
These are the reasons why I need my special place. Without a place to go I would probably have an ulcer. I believe that everyone needs a place to go to get away from it all. It is an opportunity to explore a new and unique world all of my own. I can enjoy activities that I once got to enjoy when I was a kid, I can think through all the problems in my head, and most of all, I can get away from those people who give me the ulcer.
It was the only place for me to go that I could forget my mundane day.
I spent many memorable summers at my "secret place." I will cherish those times and memories forever. Even though the root cellar was only a huge mound of dirt with a wood pile and a tree, to me, it was whatever I wanted it to be for that moment in time. It could be a bakery, a battle field or a castle. Having an imagination then, has helped me now to have an open mind to see things from other people's point of view and to be able to imagine the possibilities in any real life situation. .
As a Christian, I feel there are several places where I can feel close to God. I love to be in...
In the beginning of last year, I discovered that endless thoughts race through my mind without my control which caused me to be nervous all the time. On top of these unnecessary flashbacks, I basically have responsibilities like school and work that I have to balance. I can’t afford to lose focus. Every minute counts. I needed to do something. I needed a distraction, so I did my fair amount of research. I engaged in activities that would somehow ease my spirit, food for the soul: baking, cooking, reading, meditation, yoga, pilates, online shopping, movie binging, running, concerts. You name it. I like running the most because it blocks me out from reality. It’s like reading a book or when the lights go down at the stadium, the intro music starts to play and the stage lights up.
My Special place would have to be the Softball field. It doesn’t matter where. The smell of the fresh cut grass, the smell of popcorn, and the smell of food from the food vendors. The sound of people laughing, kids playing, softballs hitting softball gloves, the sound of bats hitting softballs. Seeing people have fun, seeing the fresh laid chalk lines, the scoreboards lit up bright, the umpires getting ready for the games, teams warming up. Then you walk onto the field and feel the soft dirt under your cleats, the soft grass on the infield. There’s nothing like it. To me this is heaven. I spent my whole life on the ball field. Whether it was baseball, or softball I have always been on or around a field. When I get to the field all my worries,
There is a place near my home. It was my sanctuary, my safe place. Its rolling hills and opened sky warms my heart and cleared my mind. Life can be confusing and scary at times, this was my place to slow down and think. I live in suburban New York, right outside of West Point Military Academy.
and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and
When I couldn’t make it on a Thursday then I would be there Friday morning. When I finished all the YA shelves, I went back to the start and cleaned the covers of the books. I cleaned for almost three hours, not counting the times I stopped to look at a book, for every week for two months. Even before I volunteered at Seaford (Island Trees wouldn’t accept me because my only reasoning was that books are neat) I would go to our schools own library for lunch and any given free periods.
A place, for me, is somewhere that I am familiar with and I recognize it in some way as my own special geographic location. It is somewhere I am emotionally attached to and it is a place that I wish to remain at. I personally feel that it has taken me years to achieve this particular comprehension about where for certain that place is for me in my life, and to make out why I feel a certain way about being within the walls of my own home. I have now come to realize that my home is where my heart will always truly be, because I believe it is the only place where I will always be loved without