Mr. Guinea There are many pictures from my life that I treasure but one that is of great importance to me is of my beloved childhood pet Mr. Guinea. In the picture it displays a small calico Guinea Pig, Mr. Guinea, curled up into a ball on top of my purple comforter. The photo was taken in my old bedroom back in New Mexico a few months after I moved there. It is a simple image that has come to have a large amount of sentiment to me since this image has come represent my life in New Mexico as he was present for my entire life there. Though he was just a Guinea Pig he was there for a large portion of my adolescence and as a result, his picture has come to symbolize an important part of my life. The importance of this image and Mr. Guinea starts …show more content…
He was present for the first time I ever had a friend spend time with me outside of school. She came over for the weekend and of course him being my closest friend, the first thing I did was introduce her to Mr. Guinea. I found out that day that she feared Guinea Pigs and I laughed hysterically as she screamed in horror because I forced her to hold a small ball of multi-colored fur that was one of my closest friends. I spent the rest of the day putting Mr. Guinea on her shoulder or her leg at random points just to watch her jump with fear from being around an animal that was no more of a threat to her than a mouse is to a large cat. That girl later became the closest friend I have ever had so to this day every time I see that picture of Mr. Guinea I am reminded of the first time she came to my house and feared him like he was a monster and not a tiny harmless rodent. Another pleasant memory I associate with the picture of Mr. Guinea is my first birthday living in New Mexico. I did not have any friends over to the house for my birthday, so I spent the day with Mr. Guinea and my dad once he came home from work. I was holding Mr. Guinea as my dad lit the candles on my birthday cake and Mr. Guinea fell out of my arms which startled my dad. This caused my dad to jump and knock over the candles on my birthday cake which quickly lit on fire before I could blow out my candles. In the end though, my favorite memory of Mr. Guinea was the day of my eighth-grade graduation. My dad had to go to work early in the morning for a meeting, so I was taken to the ceremony by one of my friends and their parents and before I left for the ceremony I hid Mr. Guinea in my jacket pocket, so I would not be alone through out the day. I showed up the event and was very careful not to let anyone know about the small creature I had smuggled into
Attach a small photograph (3.5 x 5 inches or smaller) of something important to you and explain its significance.
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‘Olivia …and the Missing Toy’ tells the tale of Olivia, a highly strung, self-centred and very loud little pig. She loses her absolute favourite toy while her mum makes her a red soccer jersey. Olivia gets so bored waiting for her mum to finish her jersey that she takes her toy and her cat out for a walk. When she returns, Olivia's mother has finally completed the thankless task of making a soccer jersey. She presents the finished product to a disinterested Olivia. Does Olivia thank her mother? Oh no! Suddenly Olivia realises that her favourite toy is gone.
After a scolding from his mother, Gary walks away from home in the essay, “The Stray,” by Gary Soto. While walking he comes across a stray dog. The lonely two walk for a mile. After walking for a while the two jump up on a car hood. While upon the hood, Gary tells the stray everything about himself. After a while, Gary decides it is always best to touch instead of tell. Time passes and the two hop down from the car. Gary unsuccessfully is able to feed the dog an orange, so he rummages through a garbage can to find the dog any leftovers. Before returning home, Gary names the stray Charlie. The next morning he finds stray in his garbage cans, calls the name “Charlie” and the dog looks up. This essay showed how someone is always there, even when
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He lay down [in his cot], and for a while I heard his cot trembling.” (64). His various fears slowly piece together a picture of a growing young man who cares for those close to him
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My favorite time I have spent with my Paw Paw would have to be back in 2009 when he taught me how to tie my shoe. I remember when I first learned how to do it I did it at least one hundred times straight. I was so happy I called just about everyone I knew to tell them what I could do. I must have showed my mom and dad about fifty times! That day was one of the best days of my life and I will never forget that, thanks Paw
I hid my face as I sat desperately alone in the back of the crowded church and stared through blurry eyes at the stained glass windows. Tears of fear and anguish soaked my red cheeks. Attempting to listen to the hollow words spoken with heartfelt emotion, I glanced at his picture, and my eyes became fixed on his beloved dog. Sudden flashes of sacred memories overcame me. Memories of soccer, his unforgettable smile, and our frequent exchange of playful insults, set my mind spinning. I longed only to hear his delighted voice once more. I sat for what seemed like hours in that lonely yet overcrowded church; my tears still flowed, and I still remembered.
What is culture? Culture is the idea of what is wrong or right, the concept of what is acceptable within our society. Culture serves us as a guide, taking us to the "right way" and helping us to make sense of things that surrounds us. There are many different cultures around the world. A lot of them are similar in specific ways and others are just completely different, this difference explains why we think that people from different backgrounds are "weird".
Ken Liu’s heavy use of fantastical symbolism within “Paper Menagerie” in the form of origami animals expresses the idea that people should never forget their past, because their past is what defines them. This use of fantastical symbolism holds true throughout the story, with the origami animals representing Jack’s childhood, more specifically, his time with his mother.
In The Donkey by Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm, we learn that despite our beliefs it is indeed a difficult task to find acceptance as a donkey in a community of normal looking people. The Donkey gives us a strong indication of how stubborn people at this time were when looking at change. In this story three main things we see are the main idea of how the community deals with accepting the donkey based on appearance, the moral of the story which would be to not judge a book by its cover, and lastly how we can easily make a connection or comparison between this story and the countless number of situations we encounter in our daily lives.