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Essays:
N arrative of My Life

My name is NinjaWannabe63, and I’d like to think of myself as a unique individual. After being born in *a place*, I began my life in *another place* and have been there ever since. As I’ve matured, I have developed an odd bit of introspection that allows me to write these type of things fairly easily. I’m inquisitive, philosophical, and imaginative. The following anecdotes are a reflection in a day in my life. The first narrative is the first time I ever read a book. I had, of course, read before, but I never had read a story cover to cover. I was in first grade, and my teacher was. She encouraged us to read and let us pick out our own novel. Out of the many books adorning the shelves, I picked the first book in the __Boxcar Children__ series. While the other children were bored with books, bored with the teacher, and bored with school, I began to read my novel. I became addicted! The beginning was intriguing, the body absorbing, and the conclusion flabbergasting. This revelation in the joy of reading led me to be the person I am today. The song that most relates to this event in my life is Joy by Newsboys. Though ultimately telling a different story, the lyrics about discovering something new could apply to the situation. media type="youtube" key="njrsyEwEtKY?fs=1" height="385" width="480" Another important event in my life was when I went to robotics camp. I went for the first time in the sixth grade. My heart was beating a million miles an hour on the first day. Right away we began working like Santa’s elves to adapt our robots for various competitions. Finally, the final challenge awaited us. We spent the day before preparing our robot. Frankenbot (aptly named for its tendency to fall apart and its humungous size) was a shoe in to be the victor. When the competition came, our team ended up receiving last place. Though disappointed, we were satisfied with the work we did none-the-less. It was one of the most fun weeks I’ve ever had. A song that could relate to this is Yesterday, because I have always wished I could go back to that fun week. media type="youtube" key="pGQgd2PT4mw?fs=1" height="385" width="480" Yet one more event was during this past summer. I took a trip to Washington DC with the Boy Scouts of America. The trip was like an eventful novel. We made lots of stops, ate great food, and slept in interesting places. When we actually arrived, we were all exhausted. The monuments beckoned to us, begging to be observed. Who were we to ignore the plea? So we answered and began to explore the “Mall.” I saw the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, the WW II Memorial, the Capitol Building, and several Smithsonians’. At the end of the day we slept in a church. Two days later we did it all over again. It was a very eventful trip. A song that relates to this story is On the Road Again. I think it applies because we spent more time driving in a bus than anything else. media type="youtube" key="5v9-InvDwMw?fs=1" height="385" width="480" To conclude, these events shaped my life today. The music I picked is only a pale shadow of how substantial the occurrences really were. These events have mainly meant to me that I should never try to rush through life. This assignment has offered a great amount of introspection. I will likely take this and use it to embolden my strengths and improve upon my faults.

Of Battles and Balloons #14034  What I saw began with a call to arms. The scene flashed to bits of men dressing in their glistening metallic armor and taking their powerful, impartial weapons. An aged, well-practiced man begins to leave, but he is stopped by his youthful and caring son. The two embrace, and the man marches off. The rag-tag yet disciplined army begins their long march over unknown, treacherous, and morphing terrain. Meanwhile, a somewhat goofy, confused yet high-spirited balloonist views the march from high up in his gigantic, colorful balloon. Watching too intently, he forgets to steer his balloon and struggles, very comically, to maintain his now out-of–control balloon. Suddenly, the scene turns dark as the army reaches its unyielding and ferocious opponent. The fight hastily begins, like a wheel on a train slowly turning, and the balloonist does his best to avoid cannon fodder. Sadly, a stray, almighty, and flaming cannonball ate a hole in the balloon as though it were air, and the unfortunate balloonist plummets to the earth. The event is surveyed by a concerned soldier, the father. The soldier searches through the wreckage, searches for survivors, and, specifically, searches for the other man. Upon finding him unconscious, the soldier carries him through the treacherous battlefield to the infirmary. Eventually, the two men reach the hospital and the soldier tries to revive the balloonist. Miraculously, the unconscious man comes to, and proceeds to thank the man who saved his life. As a given thanks, the balloonist returns to the soldiers home after the battle, on horseback, and gives the son of said soldier a balloon ride.



Tree Poem The tree was full of sadness. Its leaves were withered and dead showing hopelessness and agony. The broken swing a constant reminder of times gone by. And its branches turned to thorns A realization that life is forever changed Its final pillow a cold damp earth, Its only blanket from the world the cover of night It shall never rest.