My Memories Of Another World

Sarah Lam

Mrs. LaPera

English 1 H, Period 1 1 November 2013

Another World

Most of my childhood is a blur. Nothing but faceless people and blurred figures haunt my memories of the long gone past. Despite the confusing blurriness or my memories, there is one moment in time that remains clear even as days and years pass by. As a child, I remember having no sense of goals, motives, or inspirations for anything in life. All that went through my mind was the voices of adults telling me to do well in school. To the six-year-old me, there was nothing else in the world to care about, and therefore followed blindly without questioning.

However, in the second grade, I'd begun to notice a lone girl sitting behind me. All day, she would be doodling away in her small composition notebook. Her long, black hair would cascade down her shoulders onto the table while her eyes remained fixated on the paper before her. Up to that point in my life, there was no one who had such fiery passion and motivation in their eyes, and it intrigued me. I wanted to get to know her, but when we first made eye contact, I was too timid to say 'Hi' or let alone, start a conversation. Instead, I'd settle for watching her steady hand glide over the paper, flowing with creative ideas from her own mind. Every now and then, she'd look up to watch the teacher explain the concepts of addition or subtraction, but she'd always go back to finishing the previous task at hand.

“You should try it,” on this day, she noticed that I was staring very intensely on her smooth pencil marks,” I think you'll enjoy it!”

As if snapped out of a deep hypno...

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... soon became filled with bursts of imagination, and drawing became an escape for me. It was one of the only ways to comfort me in times of need. Drawing became more than just a past time. It became a way of life.

Looking back on that day now, I realize how a few seconds of a far away past affected my life. Before, never once did I think about sketching away on my notebook, for I'd always been preoccupied with schoolwork in front of me. It was a hollow way of living, but on that day, new and unexplored terrain dawned on me. Such a small moment in time influenced my life for the better. The me today wouldn't be able to exist if it weren't for the quiet girl who sat behind me in the second grade. Though I still have many hardships ahead of me, I believe what appeared so suddenly in my life that summer day gave me something important to get through life: inspiration.