Change is when something happens in your life and from that moment on nothing will be the same ever again. You don’t notice changes until you go back to an old place that you have memories before the change occurred. Going back to these places can either fill you with sadness because it reminds you of what you lost. Or it can fill you with happiness because it can remind you that there is always a place that hasn’t been affected by the change. It all depends on what has changed. For my family and me what has changed is my family members. Three years ago we lost my uncle and grandparents. After that devastating year nothing has ever been the same since. There is always something missing, a hole that no one can fill, that is always there, that can never be replaced. Sometimes you can forget about this hole, but it always comes back to you later on. This summer my remaining family has decided to go back to our family holiday home near the beach. After a long 5 hour car journey we reach the old house. On entering the driveway, I look around, everything has changed. The kiwi trees have entwined branches and grown to create a roof over the wooden frame that acted as the garage. There is a thick layer of dirt over the once dark red floor tiles outside. The once white table and chairs now are brown even though they have been underneath a roof to shield them. The once neatly kept farmland, now looks like an abandoned piece of land with weeds and overgrown plants everywhere. All the plants on the balcony have withered and died away. The houses looks unwelcoming, all the blinds are tightly shut, the house has gone from a white colour to grey. The only thing that looks the same is the well, but the well signifies death for this fa... ... middle of paper ... ...le and gave him two years to live. Uncle didn’t even try chemotherapy. But the cancer spread faster than anticipated, and within one year he passed away. I was at school when he died, I remember having lunch with my friends when my teary eyed mother walked in and asked me to come with her, just by looking at her face i immediately knew. Grandmother sitting in her room, watching TV and knitting, while aunt stayed in the kitchen cooking and cleaning up. With grandfather walking around outside and staying in the farmland picking out ripe fruits and vegetable for dinner, and uncle sitting in his blue chair and staring at the sky. This was all the past, this was before our lives changed, before our family members were taken from us. Now it is up to us to decide what we are going to do, and it is up to us to create new memories and fill the hole within ourselves.
Change is something you are probably familiar with. In “Beneath the Smooth Skin of America,” Scott R. Sanders talks about many changes in his life. The author starts the story looking throw the eyes of himself as a child. As a child he remembers that all that was in his sight was all he could see. The author’s best example of this is he says, ”Neighbors often appeared…where they came from I could not imagine” (27). As the author begins to see more by leaving the area he was around so often he starts to see more and more things. He started moving around to different places and started seeing the things that he had not see before. The author points out many things that he began to see like the stores around the town and the different colors of places. The smell of the certain area over the one smell he was used to. In his travels to the south he noticed the bathrooms signs in the south read, “Colored” and “White.” All these different changes made his world seen bigger and bigger.
Life changes, which leads humans to change, some changes are little others are dramatic, some
Filban said the home had a yard that was overgrown. “The trees and bushes were overgrown, and the house was dark,” Filban said. “And the windows were covered.” She and her sister slept in the front bedroom of the house. She remembers the bedroom having a large, floor-to-ceiling window. She said you could look out and see the wra...
In the Time of the Butterflies, The Year my Parents Went on Vacation, and Cautiva are three powerful stories that take place during the twentieth century in the Dominican Republic, Brazil, and Argentina. The stories all revolve around the political turmoil that was brought on by evil dictatorships, and raises a number of questions as to the moral dilemmas people were faced with. For example, In the Time of the Butterflies three sisters chose to go up against the dictatorship when knowing full well that they were risking their lives. In The Year my Parents Went on Vacation, Shlomo was faced with the decision of keeping the young boy Mauro, and risked his life in an attempt to track down Mauro’s parents. With Cautiva, the judge is faced with
This might sound silly but one of the most drastic changes for me was having to take a bus. I used to walk to school in California so I was able to leave whenever I felt like. The bus made me wake up super early because I was the first stop and also I had to be ready I could not make it wait. The neighborhood kids were used to this so they knew everyone that rode the bus and knew the bus driver, I had to develop that connection while everyone already had it. Besides making new friends the bus made me more punctual, I had to be awake at a certain time and follow my
People seem to change all of the time, and there is always a reason for why they changed. Some people believe that people never change, and that may be true in some cases. I think that you just do not realize anyone else is changing because you are changing alone with everyone else. When people do change there could be multiple reasons for the reasons they changed, they could met someone new, had a tragic experience in their life, or had to leave for awhile and then managed to return. There is always something. No one every remains the same and karma always manages to come back around. A person changing is one of the major themes in the movie The Color Purple. This movie is based off of the book The Color Purple by Alice Walker, and this book is something that is incredibly hard to read for reasons that become clear after you watch the movie. When you do watch this movie you have to accept how the world used to be and how gruesome some people could be. Within the movie The Color Purple there were scenes that really touched me and the way that I thought about the movie.
The adventure never began alone; it was common for acquaintances from the street to accompany me to the house. The abandoned house held an essence of danger that enchanted our 11-year old minds. Though chastised by our parents not to near that house, the allure was multiplied by the restriction of it. Trekking through the red-colored dirt scarce of any grass, we made our way towards the railroad tracks which led straight
In October of 2015, I was at the beginning of my sophomore year. Everything seemed to be in a routine. I had one brother who was eight at the time and we pretty much knew the schedule of our family which was wake up, go to school, attend our after school sports/work, and then start over the next day. Nothing ever occurred to either of us that this might change we knew that I was the oldest and he was the youngest and that was how it was going to be for the rest of our life no questions asked. God had other plans for the Spyker family.
Change indicates moving from one form to another. Originally this would be from the innate, original into something refined, something that is still a working progress eventually into the completed form.
My whole life, I have been presented to a single element called change. Change occurs in many different forms and is carried out in many different ways. However, just recently, I have come to the realization that change can be the deepest of all subjects. I always assumed that change occured when you moved to a new town or when you lost someone close to you. Those are elements to change, yes, but change doesn't have to occur over a single dramatic event. It can just happen overnight when your brain determines it's time to do something different.
One moment—that’s all it takes for your entire world to change. My mom had decided that she, my sister and I would move to Mexico. This change meant I would have to adjust to a new school, make new friends, and acclimate myself to an entirely different culture. The United States was all I knew. As a result of that experience, I grew in many ways that I was not able to anticipate before we began this journey, but which helped make me the person I am today. I learned valuable lessons living in Mexico. Living in another country taught me that once I opened myself up to change, I could embrace a whole new set of experiences I might not have had otherwise. As a result, I have become a more creative individual with a broader perspective - one who can think outside the
After a long car ride, I finally arrived at my grandparent’s house and there were so excited to show my sister and me around the house and the neighborhood despite it being midnight already. It was a nice sized home compared to the houses around it but it did not meet up to my expectations. I was so used to the comfortable bed with air-conditioning, but this house does not have air-conditioning nor is there a proper bed. Instead, there was a cushion type of mat that I laid on to sleep. As I was trying to sleep, I knew that this was going to be a long six weeks of my life. I will miss the unique gadgets back in my home, my comfor...
On the fourteenth day of October 2008 year of my life, I was a frustrated fellow. I woke up to heart breaking news about losing my best confidant friend, and at a tender age of fifteen. At first, it was not a realizable incident; there was no way I was going to accept that degree of collateral damage of losing the only thing that I knew for the past decade of my life. It later dawned on me that it was an event that I had zero controls over and as such, there was no way that I was going to reverse the condition. Denial of her saddened set in that moment and it pained me that I hadn’t been there for her as a friend when she needed me most, or at least realized that there was something amiss in her of late.
Change can have many meanings. It is going from “same” to “different”. Change can be defined as an event that occurs when something passes from one state or phase to another and as a process of transition. The forces of change affect attitudes, beliefs and behavior. Not a single moment goes by when everything in our lives will remain the same. When you become adjusted to your surroundings, something changes again. Changes can affect both individuals and groups. Throughout our lives we go through many changes, especially in adolescence.
As I approach the final turns to my grandparents house, my heart expands and fills with a peaceful warm-hearted magical sense of love. I grasp the handle to the window and lower the glass just enough that I feel the cool autumn breeze gently ruffle through my hair. I can hear the sound of the soft running water flowing down the stream banks of the rolling hills. Tree branches hang low over the shallow waters. The soft breeze sheds leaves of the oak tree falling softly to the surface of the stream, circular ripples flow downstream over the moss covered rocks that lead the way to the old willow tree were childhood traditions of skip rock were carried down from one generation to the next. In the distance, the sunrise glistens off the snow capped peaks that shadowed the country side where my uncle herds his cattle from the freshly grazed field. The smell of the grass, distinctive, and easily recognizable triggers fond memories of my grandparent 's house, which I call home.