A PIECE OF MY HEART Linkup #1 || "Where It All Began"

Sunday, January 31, 2016

As mentioned in this post, I'm hosting a monthly linkup! Today's theme is "Where It All Began." Feel free to join--it ends on February 2nd!

Where did it all begin for you?

Did it begin with that one book you read? That time you and your family stood in front of the camera, smiling your cheeks off and you loved the idea of being in the spotlight? Did it start at the bonfire, where you both discovered your love for roasting Cheetos over the open flame? Or did you catch someone's eyes over the fire in the darkness and it felt like someone plunged an enflamed Cheeto into your heart?

Did it begin when you realized you'd probably never be as good as your older sister? When you realized that your parents' expectations were based off of her, and not you yourself? When you realized that you never saw your extended family around much? When you realized that other kids had shiny cars and new toys for Christmas in kindergarten?

Did it begin when you took your first surfing lesson? Did you fail? Did you succeed?

Think of something you love to do. Or think of something you hate to do. Think of a character quality you have--or a character quality in a book you've read or written. Think of one of your idols or your favorite TV shows. Think of the people who have influenced you, and the memories you've taken from when you were younger.


Here's my piece:

I like adventure. I like the idea of adventure. I like laughing until I'm out of breath, getting into scraps of trouble, getting out of them just as easily, hanging out with my friends and making things and listening to things and making fun of ourselves and how we're so reminiscent of the society in which we've grown up. I like being creative and doing things that other people might consider weird and not caring that "weird" has a negative connotation--I like making "weird" a positive word.

My love for adventure began when I was homeschooled, living in a remarkable house with a remarkable backyard, reading remarkable things and remarking about them on pieces of lined notebook paper that are now littered with phrases taken straight out of the Anne of Green Gables series and plot threads copied from the Boxcar Children.

That house was the best. It wasn't spectacularly large and it didn't have a pool and the screen door was ancient, but its backyard was ginormous, a good chunk of an acre, and my brothers and I spent days building forts out of the palm trees and building "amusement parks" and swings made of rope and a metal bar and having friends over to play. I pretended a lot. I was a good pretender.

Life was innocent and sweet, and, although I didn't know it, that was where it all began.

Now I know that the world extends beyond my backyard, and now I have a driver's license. Now, instead of my backyard, I have my entire town, the entire state, the entire country in which to explore. There's a story to everything, and although sometimes I try to make adventures out of circumstances that are not, there's a thrill I always get when I realize that there aren't any limitations. Sure, one could always wish for more time and money and opportunity, but the fun part of adventure is that you make memories with what you have, regardless of whether or not you have as much open to you as you'd like.

That was where it all began, in that house.

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