The Things I Carry

 Like the book The Things They Carried, I carry physical and emotional things with me day to day. They shape who I am and what I do daily.

  One physical thing I carry that drives my mom crazy is my cellphone. I always need it near me. I feel completely lost with out it. This isn't always a good thing, but I love having it with me. I am connected with my best friends  by my phone. If they need anything I am always just a phone call away, and I like the idea that if I need someone I can just call. My phone is a thing I carry. 

  One of my dreams and goals that I carry would be the best I can be. That has to do with college and grades, but also being the best person I can be. I want to be the person everyone wants to go to and be with. I also want to be successful in life. I'm not exactly sure what I want to study or be when I grow up, but I just know I want a job that doesn't deal with being stuck in an office all day. This pushes me everyday to try my hardest and do the best I can do. My dreams and goals are things I carry.   

 My relationships are another thing I carry, they help me get through the day. My best friend would be Zoe, she helps bring me back down to earth and I can tell her anything. She is one of very few people that I can stand to be around for a long time. If I make a dumb decision she is there to help me get through it. She never judges. It's nice to have someone like that in your life. My parents are also something I carry. I imagine what they would say or do when I make some decisions. It is also nice knowing that there will always be someone who will love you. My brother is another person that effects me greatly in my life. He helps me and tells me when I make a dumb decisions. He also helps me get through them. My relationships with friends and family are things I carry.

  My personality is one thing I carry that defines me. I would describe myself as nice, worrisome, and dependent. I try hard to be nice to people and if I don't really know them that well I try to be extra nice. I am worrisome because I'm constantly worrying about upcoming events or interactions, and I always worry about what people think of me. I am dependent because I hate doing things and going places alone. I have never gotten gas alone. I would love to be carefree, independent, and confident. I think people can think of me as mean, independent, and stubborn. I can be viewed as mean because I am not afraid to speak my mind when someone close to me makes a very bad decision. I can be seen as independent because I do not constantly cling to people ,and I can be seen as stubborn because if there is something I truly disagree about doing I wont do it no matter what. My personality is what defines me. My personality is something I carry.

  My one memory that will always stay with me takes me back to kindergarten. It was the 100th day of school celebration and after school my mom drove me to my grandmothers house. Something had gone wrong with my grandfather, he had a brain tumor and had not been doing good for a while. Once we got there an ambulance came to take him away. I remember looking out of my grandmother's front window holding my candy bag in my hand watching the ambulance drive away. He died shortly after this moment. This memory has always stuck with my throughout my life because it shows me that you should always appreciate what you have and who you have in your life because you never know when it could all be gone. I have made many decisions in my life based off of this memory. The memory of my grandfather is one that I carry.