This is the story of, perhaps, one of the coolest memories I have of any event I've ever attended.
I love that you love to be loved
So, everyone knows I love writing, I love sharing new pieces, old pieces, from poems to essays. Today I’m posting this special piece from a long time ago to share my evolution in writing. This is an essay I wrote in the 8th grade for a home economics assignment. We were to pick an adult in our lives and interview them with a questionnaire from the teacher and write an essay about their career from their answers and descriptions. I chose my father because not only did I love to travel by train growing up, but he and his father were both MTA employees, and I greatly admired both of them. I remember we did the questionnaire in the kitchen while he was doing the dishes. Looking back, I wish I had written my sentences better, elaborated more rather than answer them like an employee pamphlet, because English was always my best subject, but I cut myself some slack here because I was in the 8th grade! But I’m still proud of it because somehow I got an A on the paper, and I’m so happy I have this in my possession as I share it on May 1st, the thirteenth anniversary of his death. (*I fixed a couple of typos from the original paper).