A gray slab set next to another, a series of which lay between the grass, made of concrete. Worn by many years of wind and rain. Unkempt grass grows unevenly on either side of it.Some of it breaking the ever perfect layout of the sidewalk. A bump in the middle of it, where undoubtedly a root has grown. A sidewalk that is no longer maintained and is of perfection, as many have walked on it before, it is now just a remembrance of a time before: this is my life as a sidewalk. Early years were good to me. But as time went on cracks began to form, worn out from the trials of life. While in the middle a bump has formed which must still be there as a reminder of what was, and what is. As most life my has been a good life, regular and maintained. …show more content…
At the time I didn’t want anything to do with him, I thought my life was perfect before this. I regret being mean to him, and resenting him, but before long I started acting like the older brother I should’ve been. Around this time I was in 5th grade, and sometimes I didn’t know who my friends were, two years before, who I chose to be my closest friend moved away, so I mostly bounced around to other friends and groups. It wouldn’t be ‘till 7th grade I would feel like I had a true friend. In my second year of middle school, I found out I was good at math, and was put in an advanced math class, at the end of the year a group of the people in my grade took a test to see who would be put in pre-algebra. In 7th grade I started to have trouble doing homework, I was becoming lazy, it didn’t help that my brother showed what minecraft was, and I spent the summer before playing flash games on Kongregate. By spring break, I went over to my friends house, his name was Cody, as soon I got there I rode with his older brother on a four wheeler, which we ended up rolling, turning to sharp. My friend was freaked out, thinking my parents wouldn’t let me come over again. I knew my parents would be cool about it, they were never worried to much when we go injured, and they weren’t putting a mask over the real world. Me and my siblings could watch most …show more content…
Up until now it represents the worn out parts of the sidewalk. I can say I hesitated when I was choosing a sidewalk to represent my life, another sidewalk had several cracks in it and overgrown grass, but it wouldn't represent my whole life, and I don’t believe I've cracked just yet. October 6th or 13th, of 2013 was the first time I would start to attend church on a more than regular basis, I went to church before with my cousin, and attended several VBSs, honestly I was tried to talk my parents into going to my cousin's church. But my parents to ld me to give it a try. Sometimes I would go to sunday school, or on wednesdays but mostly just sunday morning. It wasn’t until we went to a christmas party that I started to hang out with the youth, that night there was a lock-in, we played call of duty, which compared to them I was a 6 year old. There was also a giant slide, which we tried doing tricks, and ended up wrestling on. This was the time when I started to enjoy church, from then on I tried going to church a lot more. Then I was saved that summer, baptised the next month, and then my life went downhill. My parents started to argue on and off but it was less than they used to. I never thought it would happen to me, but it did, I remember the day, 9 days before christmas, and my parents agreed to have one last christmas together, to pretend everything was okay. My youth pastor
It was my senior year of high school, I was sixteen, getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my senior year of high school. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup everyday and worrying about getting dolled up for school. I did not play sports. Don’t get me wrong, I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do like go to a school dance. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you do not play a sport you need to work!” My mom used to say to me “you know Alana back in my time I was not able to work so you are very lucky you're able to work.
At this point, he has recognized that he must give up his childish ways, yet he views aging as a curse more than a blessing. “This is the beginning of sadness/as I walk through the universe in my sneakers/it is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends” (25-27). “Time to turn the first big number” (28). this line explains that he knows that he will continue to grow older with or without consent. By recollecting his childhood, the boy realizes that life will only get harder. Much like the beginning stanza the last stanza, the narrator’s thoughts turn heavy and reflective. “It seems only yesterday I used to believe/there was nothing under my skin but light/if you cut me I would shine” (29-30). This signifies as a child, he would just brush off the hardships that would come his way, as if he was invincible. “But now if I fall upon the sidewalks of life/ I skin my knees. I bleed” (32-33). In line thirty-two, the poet, Billy Collin’s uses a sidewalk as a metaphor for life. Sidewalks are often uneven, broken, and rough, as well as injuring those who fall upon it. The boy states that he will fall on the sidewalks of life, no longer being invincible as he once
...reates an image of the child falling on the “sidewalks of life (31)” and skinning his knee, causing him bleed. This imagery represents how as one’s life changes, one must leave behind the imaginations and fantasies of the past to face the realities one is confronted with.
I was 5 years old, I was shy and didn’t have much courage and talk to people. Making friends was always hard. So sitting with my mom and helping her with my baby brother was what I chose to do the whole game. Like I said, ‘I chose’. My mom told me that we had just won our first game and that we had about an hour wait before we went on to play our second game. She wanted me to go play with this big group of kids. They were all my age, More than half was boys and maybe there was about two girls. I had said, “Ok”. But inside, my heart was racing, my brain was telling
My life is related to the sidewalk I chose because of the characteristics that represent the story of my life. A sidewalk to me is a laid path to my future and along the way there are bumps and cracks in the road. But there is only one rule to my sidewalk. You have to keep walking no matter how hard life gets or no matter how many cracks are in my sidewalk. Sometimes life goes as planned, and sometimes life can be unpredictable or hard off.Just like a sidewalk, the older i get the worst i'll look but underneath the concrete slabs is a man know one knows. Sidewalks can be as hard as the concrete but as soft as the grass. The cracks on my sidewalk represent many different things such as basketball, and hard times.
I was always lying to my parents, going out to parties, and staying at places I should not have been. My lifestyle was something I could not talk to my parents about, but I could confide in other friend 's parents or my youth pastors. I always wonder how different my teenage years would have been if my parents were more open and approachable about living life in God 's image. At home, we all knew of our faith and acted according, no cursing, no drinking, but we never specifically spoke of how difficult it can be to not fall into temptation. My parents were not understanding of any mistakes; it was, "you better not be doing those kinds of things," the end. This is not to say my parents are at fault for me being a rebellious teenager who lied to her parents and got drunk on the weekends because I was well aware of the sins I was committing and I attempted many times to
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
As the day ages the sun intensity heats up the sidewalk causing the temperature to rise making it to expand. With no
Then I went to high school and my tail was too big and I had to attach a hook to keep my tail in place. they let me wear stretchy pants for P.E. I was always a loner,I never had any friends,every one hated me, no one wanted to be my friend. I was also the kid everyone was scared of, everyone
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
He would call names and completely diminish my self esteem. I would act tough on the outside, just like the egg, but on the inside I was actually soft. I was removed and put in my grandparent’s home the summer before my eighth grade year. My brother moved in with my uncle, and we’ve been separate ever since. This whole situation turned me into the egg as I appeared tough on the outside, but I was actually soft and sensitive on the
During my seventh grade year, my church went to a youth rally at a local church on weekend. Because of this rally and the message it sent, I realized and wanted to give my life to Jesus through baptism. It was awesome, I got home as a young teenager and actually talked to my mom about what it really means to be a Christian and to pick up your cross and follow him. So that very next weekend, my dad baptized me in front of the whole church on Sunday morning. It was an awesome feeling knowing that because of Jesus’ grace and mercy, I will be with him one day and spend eternity with him. Although I was on top of the world at this point, I still didn’t know fully what I had gotten into. So the next few years, I live the typical Christian life. I was trying to be the perfect person by doing the right stuff, I would try not to cuss, I would try to wear as many WWJD bracelets as I could so that I wouldn’t have to talk to them about Christ and they could just see it on my wrist, I would not join in on conversations with my friends that I knew were not right, I was just living life on cruise control.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.
I am the sidewalk, and the grass represents my surroundings. Before I decided to replace myself, my surroundings consisted of dirt patches and overgrown grass. I let my life get away from me because I was too caught up in worrying about if my mom would ever find the right path in her life. I wanted to just let it all go and forget everything but when you discover that your mother is a drug addict and suddenly now has a strong chance of being thrown in jail, how could I just push that aside?
One week I would be with my Mom and the next week I would be with my Dad. I knew that my parents still loved my sister and I , but it definitely took a toll on the family as a whole. My Mom seemed depressed some nights. My sister and I would sleep in her bed to make her feel better.That 's when my Mom relayed on her faith to get her through this transition. Every Monday, Wednesdays, and Sundays, My sister, me , and my Mom would be at church. If we woke up late we would have bible study in her living room. She found a different church in Athens, Georgia named Timothy Baptist Church .That’s when she actually felt accepted in a church. I knew during the week my Mom had me I would be at church every other day. The weeks with my Dad were slightly different. With my Dad, he enjoyed going out, shopping, vacations, movies, and etc. He kind of spoiled my sister and I a little more. He never really told us the real reason why he wanted a divorce , he always told us he will tell us when we are older. My Dad found a different church as well.His church was near Atlanta, Georgia and it was named Berean Christian Church. So, once my dad founded a home church, I was going to church with my Dad every single Sunday. Faith played a huge part in my parents forgiveness of each other. The weeks I’m with my Dad, he cooked more. Talked to more to my sister and I more and he became a better listener.It was like he was becoming a better father. The weeks