The World through My Eyes

When I was little, I used to think that the world was perfect. I thought my life was free from evil, disease, and conflict. However, as I have grown older, I have realized that after my innocence was gone, I was subject to all of the horribleness in the world.
The first time I encountered the world’s evil was when I was very little. I was five years old; with all of the innocence a five year old could have. I was wearing a cute pink shirt and I had my hair in a ponytail. I was carefree and constantly happy. However, the atmosphere changed. My cat, named Ichabod, started acting a little strange. We took him to the vet, hoping it was just a minor issue. The vet had said that Ichabod, the cat I had loved so much, had both diabetes and cancer. Being only five, the only information I understood was that Ichabod was very sick. I was scared because I loved him and I was afraid that he was going to die. I remember how my mom had hated to give him medicine because Ichabod didn’t like it. I wished he would just take the medicine because I thought it would make him better. A few days later, my neighbors had come over for dinner and games. We were all happy and having fun. When the party was over, my mom told me that Ichabod had died. Apparently, Jody, who was a former vet, went to see our cats during the party. My mom said that Jody found Ichabod on the floor coughing up blood. Shortly afterwards, he died. They put him in his cat bed and asked my brother and me if we wanted to say goodbye. I cried. I cried for a long time, and I thought I would never have a cat as great as him ever again. However, time has passed and although Ichabod is still in my heart, I understand now that his death was only one grain of sand on the beaches full of grief...

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... my grandmother to the hospital. However my mom needed to drive the car to the hospital to meet her there. The problem was my dad had the car keys. He ran the keys to my mom as fast as he could, so that my mom could drive to the hospital. We were all worried, and we were afraid of what would happen. I tried to enjoy the museum after that, but I couldn’t, knowing my grandma was in the hospital. Luckily, we received a call that my grandma had fainted due to dehydration and that she would be alright. We were all very relieved, and went home to give her some rest. I was immensely overjoyed that I had not lost another person who was so dear to my heart.
These experiences have helped me grow as a person. I have discovered that life isn’t invariably perfect. In the end, I have learned that life can be hard, and that appreciation for what we have is the key to being happy.