What Does Word Mean To Me

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Words are a part of me. I believe in words. I am hardly ever at a loss for words, as most of you have found out over the years. Words have taken me to castles and kitchens, to middle schools and mountains, to honors classes and literary magazines. I love words. When I was a little girl, I had this book about the alphabet to teach me how to read. It had some sort of monkey or gorilla on the cover and each letter was about something in the jungle. My parents read it from cover to cover for me every night and day, whenever I asked them to. Eventually they had read it so much, I could recite it back without them even mentioning the page number, or the book for that matter. That’s when my parents like to say I fell in love with words. …show more content…

I’ve told her repeatedly that the net worth of the cabinet could probably pay for my college tuition but she’s yelled at me each time. It’s an ongoing joke in my family that I was born with “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” playing in the background. I was Dorothy for Halloween when I was three years old, and I’m going to be her again this year. The movie is a big part of my life, as is the musical prequel “Wicked.” “Wicked” was the fifth Broadway show I saw, in June 2011. It made me fall in love once again, this time with theatre, an interest I wasn’t able to explore until last year. The movie is something that I will always groan when it’s put on but I will always sit and watch the movie. I know useless trivia about it. I will quote it every chance I get. It is embedded deep into my soul, and I’m okay with that. It could always be a worse movie, …show more content…

I don’t know what it’s like 5 million lightyears from here and I probably never will. I’m still not sure if I should be happy or sad about that. The universe is intimidating in every sense of the word. I would love to travel to Mars and Jupiter and the Andromeda galaxy but I’m also terrified that when I get there it’s not going to be anything like I thought it would be. My expectations for the world are so high I don’t know if they’re going to be met, and if they are met then I don’t know what I would do after that. When I think about it I’m not so much scared of what awaits as I am how I will take it. I know that I won’t be disappointed, but what is there to see once you’ve seen the

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