Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and go back to days when our responsibilities include staying as a child – keeping your baby teeth under your pillow with high hopes of receiving a candy from the toothfairy, hanging socks by the fireplace before Christmas Eve and wait for Santa Claus to arrive until our eyes fail to do so, we never met Santa Claus, and so we wait again for him on our next Christmas Eve with a better determination and a year older, hunting Easter bunny eggs although we don’t really know why we hunt them, flying kites on summer, letting the first rain of May hit against our bodies, building our dreams on the nightsky and think of shooting stars. 185 more words
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I grew up in a typical, midwestern house in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. I come from a kind, loving family with one younger brother, and two parents who love me. 710 more words
"Yesterday I got into trouble because I was singing and told my mum I didn't like her dinner but honesty is the best policy and it wasn't nice at all."
My name is Anjali and I am 11 years old. My sister told me to write this and I don’t know why haha. I like to write, and I got 93 percent in English but I DESPISE maths!! 281 more words
"You may not be able to change the world as one individual, if we each do our part we can collectively make a huge difference."
My story begins with what you could call a “quarter-life crisis” – a point around age 25 where I realized the career path I was on was no longer making me happy, and I wasn’t sure what would. 700 more words
"Isn’t it terrible that we’re all pretending to live these picture-perfect lives? What a missed opportunity to learn from one another."
Nina left her marriage for a man who then left her… days before she purchased their house.
But let’s begin here– Nina Orezzoli is the first-born child of immigrants and a female Creative Director, in an industry where that’s an incredible rarity. 574 more words