A Story Of Love: The Love Of My Life

Love Love is the most vivid memory I can recall. I would tell the story of how I met the love of my life, but I feel that is too common. I am going to tell a more unlikely story of love. It was a cool summer evening. The sun was setting. I was on my pony named Zack riding him. My father was near to me and my mother was watching from afar. My Grandmother, my nana, was seeing this scene for the first time. I had only ridden Zack a handful of times, so I was quite inexperienced. My Nana decided to take pictures of me riding Zack, but the time of day it was did not give enough light to the situation. My Nana decided to turn on the flash and take a picture. The flash went off, frightening the young pony. Zack took off towards the woods going as fast as his legs could carry him. Terrified I held on and screamed for my father. My father, a man who could never run that fast, was running right beside Zack. He kept up with him with each stride he took. My father yelled at me to jump into his arms. I jumped into my father 's arms and he caught me gracefully. My father kept a tight grip on me while carrying me princess style to my home. That is a

I learned that in a particularly hard time in my life. I had always been sheltered severely by my parents. I was not allowed to go to friends house’s until the age of 13. I was not allowed to go anywhere without my parents until the age of 14. My parents always appeared to be very loving and affectionate people; I never knew the truth. In the summer of my ninth grade year, my mother took me to McDonalds to let me know that she was cheating on my father. I never knew my mother had been cheating; she certainly was not the type to cheat. Long story short, my parents separated. The truth later unraveled of the countless times my mother had cheated and the pain my father had went through. I learned that love can be corrupt. I learned that love can also be one sided at