Personal Narrative about Television Violence

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Personal Narrative about Television Violence Do you ever day dream? Well I don’t very often. The other day though, I didn’t feel very well. I was driving home and suddenly I was thinking of a time when I was 8 years old riding home on the school bus with a killer migraine headache. I distinctly remember the feeling because it turned out exactly the way I wanted it to. Soon I was home… straight to my room I went. The air was so fresh, so crisp and clean even the aroma of a pot roast dinner cooking on the stove flowed through the vents in my house. I immediately started to feel better. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on my bed. Not but a half a minuet later my mom walks in with a tall glass of soda two aspirin and a warm wash rag to place over my head. I think to myself now “if only life were that good” Yea I guess you could say I had it really good. We were a functional family got up at 6 had a nice hot cooked meal, enjoyed good wholesome conversation with my parents, kissed my mom on the cheek on the way out the door and then went about my day. When dinner time came around once again we all gathered… around the TV this time we would watch the news, a few sitcoms and maybe a movie to cap the night off. I guess you could say that was our daily routine. As sad as it is, not every one lives in the leave it to beaver lifestyle I once had. Even more so depressing is that life isn’t that good for most. Many come from broken families where they are first hand witnesses of drug abuse domestic violence, hunger anger and poverty. How do I know this, I guess you could say that it’s common knowledge. There are nasty parts of life that I can’t comprehend but have learned to accept as a reality. War, savage beatings horrific displays of aggressions are all violent yet real to life. Real to me at least when I watch it on the news. should that be taken away simply because it contains violence? Should I be naïve, left out in the cold so to speak about the harsh cruelties of life just because I didn’t experience them first hand.
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