If there has been some obstacle or "bump in the road," in your academic or personal life, please explain the circumstances.
1. When we are young, all we wish is to be grown up. Once we are grown up, our ultimate desire is to re-obtain the naïve beauty of our adolescence. As adults, we attempt to fathom what unholy spirit possessed our minds making us believe the world of responsibility and consequence is anything remotely desirable. No, I was never one of those children. I loved my childhood, purity and innocence. But that was ripped from me. My entire world was taken from me by someone I considered my family.
I remember the day so perfectly. I had just turned eleven and my family took a trip down to Miami Beach to see my Aunt Jackie and Uncle Joe. The car ride was filled with anticipation and excitement. I loved my aunt and uncle. They gave me gifts, and their apartment balcony on the third floor overlooked the beach.
As soon as we arrived at the apartment, the odor of smoke and sweat entered my nose and lungs. The smell wasn't surprising though, due to their nasty and continuous smoking addiction. I entered and played with the cat. My mother's face always distorted to a look of pure disgust when she entered the apartment, but would never say anything, for the sanity of our family.
My parents planned an evening out with my aunt and uncle, while I would stay at the apartment and watch movies until they returned. Feeling ill, my uncle stayed back with me while the rest of my family went out to eat. I sat down on the couch to watch television, when my uncle told me all the best movies were in the bedroom, and I could only watch them in there.
Walking into the bedroom, I looked through the films and chose Alice in Wonderland. As the movie began, my uncle continued to walk past the bedroom door, until he made his way inside. With that, I was robbed of my innocence and childhood, and thrashed into the world of adulthood at the age of eleven. Silenced for four years under threat by him, no one knew the darkness consuming my soul.
Now that Joe is dead and has taken my childhood with him to the grave, I not only feel relief but a need to tell people my living nightmare. Writing about my loss of innocence is proof that I overcame the bump in my road.
^This is my first college application essay, so please, give criticism, suggestions, recommendations, anything! Thanks so much! :)
1. When we are young, all we wish is to be grown up. Once we are grown up, our ultimate desire is to re-obtain the naïve beauty of our adolescence. As adults, we attempt to fathom what unholy spirit possessed our minds making us believe the world of responsibility and consequence is anything remotely desirable. No, I was never one of those children. I loved my childhood, purity and innocence. But that was ripped from me. My entire world was taken from me by someone I considered my family.
I remember the day so perfectly. I had just turned eleven and my family took a trip down to Miami Beach to see my Aunt Jackie and Uncle Joe. The car ride was filled with anticipation and excitement. I loved my aunt and uncle. They gave me gifts, and their apartment balcony on the third floor overlooked the beach.
As soon as we arrived at the apartment, the odor of smoke and sweat entered my nose and lungs. The smell wasn't surprising though, due to their nasty and continuous smoking addiction. I entered and played with the cat. My mother's face always distorted to a look of pure disgust when she entered the apartment, but would never say anything, for the sanity of our family.
My parents planned an evening out with my aunt and uncle, while I would stay at the apartment and watch movies until they returned. Feeling ill, my uncle stayed back with me while the rest of my family went out to eat. I sat down on the couch to watch television, when my uncle told me all the best movies were in the bedroom, and I could only watch them in there.
Walking into the bedroom, I looked through the films and chose Alice in Wonderland. As the movie began, my uncle continued to walk past the bedroom door, until he made his way inside. With that, I was robbed of my innocence and childhood, and thrashed into the world of adulthood at the age of eleven. Silenced for four years under threat by him, no one knew the darkness consuming my soul.
Now that Joe is dead and has taken my childhood with him to the grave, I not only feel relief but a need to tell people my living nightmare. Writing about my loss of innocence is proof that I overcame the bump in my road.
^This is my first college application essay, so please, give criticism, suggestions, recommendations, anything! Thanks so much! :)
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