Essay About My First Love

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I stumbled across my first love at a very young, hazy age. Both, the crisp smell of the virgin pages, and the aged, fragile, wrinkled paper of my mother's favorite bedtime story, held a tale I had never lived, a journey I could experience through my subconscious that allowed me to feel emotions that I would not be privileged enough to live at such a young age. Book after book, tale after tale, I found myself falling in love. I allowed myself to be consumed into the worlds I read about; the letters on the pages acted as a portal from my mundane world to anywhere of my choosing. I lived ten lives before mine had hardly begun, and from this new-found love, I would gain many more. Kindergarten mornings always started the same way for me: crying, screaming, and latching onto my mother's leg for protection from the terrible day to come. But this one special sunny…show more content…
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