I'm sure this prompt is not new to this forum but I shall post it nonetheless: Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you? If anyone could help with any suggestions it would be greatly appreciated. Here is my essay:
Most of my life, I had a great relationship with my cousin. Practically inseparable, we would joke around and have more fun than I had with anybody else. We often went on escapades and recorded them with his older brother's camcorder only to get yelled at later on for using it. All of these adventures and memories took place at one of my favorite places - my aunt's house.
My cousin Andres and I were best friends for as long as I can remember. Both of us shared what we had and talked about everything. I could be myself and let loose with the coolest person I knew. Looking up to Andres, I wanted to be just like him.
When I was in sixth grade, my whole family went through a very rough time; unexpected divorces, legal issues, unemployment... and the list goes on. Some of us had a harder time dealing with this than others. During school, Andres went to my class and my brother's class to say goodbye to us... the principal knew him very well and was concerned when he saw him like that. Soon, my cousin was institutionalized in a hospital for teenagers who were at risk of attempting suicide. After that he was never the same.
Following seventh grade, there was a noticeable change in him. He distanced himself from me, and we didn't talk nearly as much as we had. He barely looked at me and ignored me when he passed by in the hallway with his friends. This hurt the most. In all of the time we were together, never did I think he would ignore me to be cool in front of his friends. Yet when we were alone, he would act like we were best friends again. I was concerned about him, but after several months of trying, I gave up.
I stopped seeing my cousin in school after a couple of months. I talked to my mother about this, wondering what was going on. I ended up finding out that he was in rehab for behavioral problems and drug abuse. He remained there for almost a year and went two more times after he was released for a total of about two and a half years. To this day, he remains unchanged and we are very distant.
My aunt's home is the place where I am perfectly content. This is where I have all of my memories with my cousin and the countless times we laughed together. This is where I feel safe and we both are innocent little kids without a real care in the world. This is where I am still young waiting for him to come downstairs for out next adventure. This is where we are still best friends.
Most of my life, I had a great relationship with my cousin. Practically inseparable, we would joke around and have more fun than I had with anybody else. We often went on escapades and recorded them with his older brother's camcorder only to get yelled at later on for using it. All of these adventures and memories took place at one of my favorite places - my aunt's house.
My cousin Andres and I were best friends for as long as I can remember. Both of us shared what we had and talked about everything. I could be myself and let loose with the coolest person I knew. Looking up to Andres, I wanted to be just like him.
When I was in sixth grade, my whole family went through a very rough time; unexpected divorces, legal issues, unemployment... and the list goes on. Some of us had a harder time dealing with this than others. During school, Andres went to my class and my brother's class to say goodbye to us... the principal knew him very well and was concerned when he saw him like that. Soon, my cousin was institutionalized in a hospital for teenagers who were at risk of attempting suicide. After that he was never the same.
Following seventh grade, there was a noticeable change in him. He distanced himself from me, and we didn't talk nearly as much as we had. He barely looked at me and ignored me when he passed by in the hallway with his friends. This hurt the most. In all of the time we were together, never did I think he would ignore me to be cool in front of his friends. Yet when we were alone, he would act like we were best friends again. I was concerned about him, but after several months of trying, I gave up.
I stopped seeing my cousin in school after a couple of months. I talked to my mother about this, wondering what was going on. I ended up finding out that he was in rehab for behavioral problems and drug abuse. He remained there for almost a year and went two more times after he was released for a total of about two and a half years. To this day, he remains unchanged and we are very distant.
My aunt's home is the place where I am perfectly content. This is where I have all of my memories with my cousin and the countless times we laughed together. This is where I feel safe and we both are innocent little kids without a real care in the world. This is where I am still young waiting for him to come downstairs for out next adventure. This is where we are still best friends.
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