Changing Times Essay

Submitted By kainzow_arac
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When I was younger, I'd put my arms in my shirt and told people I lost my arms. I would restart any game, or change the rules whenever I knew I was going to lose. It was a requirement that I sleep with all my stuffed animals so none of them got offended. The hardest decision was choosing which game to play or which friend I wanted to come over. I waited behind doors to scare someone, then left because they were taking too long to come out or I would end up having to use the bathroom. There were countless nights I faked being asleep just so I could be carried to bed. Watching two drops of rain roll down the window and pretending it was a race was one of my favorite activities on long rainy car rides to and from grandma’s house. The only reason I used the computer was just to use Paint. My biggest fear was if I swallowed a fruit seed I was scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy. Now looking back I would have never imagined my life in the place it is now nor think that I value the things I do as my little five year old self.
As a little girl I was free spirited and enjoyed spending countless hours with the neighborhood kids. We would make up our own games and our own rules. I would occasionally get discouraged when nobody would come to my lemonade and Kool-Aid stands to I would just end up going door to door selling it. My father would give me a bath at eight o’ clock and then put me to bed. Now as an eighteen year old girl my entire weekends consists of partying and hanging out with kids I barely know. Most of them in which I meet for the first time that night, but have the time of our lives. I make my own rules and come and go as I please, half the time just pulling all-nighters because I have stayed up into the early hours of the morning. Receiving hand me downs and taking multiple trips to the thrift store used to be the biggest shopping sprees I ever experienced. I would mix and match things of different patterns and colors, yet I didn’t have a care in the world because I felt fabulous and thought I looked show stopping. Today I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything that wasn’t bought brand new. I refuse to leave the house unless I have at least t a little make-up on, and my hair has to be top notch. Since I was little my self-image