Lucky Penny Research Paper
Lucky Penny that is the nickname given to me by my parents gave me the day I was born.
And by all outward appearances, I was indeed Lucky.
My parents took good care of me, and I am sure I appeared spoiled.
From my life’s point of view as well, I had all a child could want from a beautiful home, pool, pets that I loved, and all the fun toys from Barbie dolls, the TRS80, and my favorite by far the Atari.
I really wanted for not, and even into my older years, life was good.
I can only fathom that my parents enjoyed providing me with all the things they were not privy to when they were children.
Both my parents grew up poor, born in the 1930’s they followed the American tradition of hard work, and it paid off.
By the time I was about the age of 5 my parents were doing very well for themselves, my …show more content…
I did struggle with depression in which began at the age of twelve and lasted until I reached my forties.
When I did complain about anything, others would often respond with that old familiar affirmation “life isn’t fair.”
That statement never sat well with me.
They were right however, life wasn’t fair, and it brought me back to an old poem I had read when I was just a child.
I have searched over the years to find this poem which had a profound impacted on me, but my attempts have failed, I do however recall the general message.
It was in reference to a young child would set out to see the world they had been told of and dreamt of being part of, only to quickly return to their comfort zone grabbing the coloring book, because it was not the world that had been described to them.
The in-depth feeling that this poem had on me is hard to describe, yet I related to it, and I wanted not to abide by some old intrinsic messages that had so much power over people in both a destructive and naïve way.
For I prefer the wise old sentiment that “life is what we make
And by all outward appearances, I was indeed Lucky.
My parents took good care of me, and I am sure I appeared spoiled.
From my life’s point of view as well, I had all a child could want from a beautiful home, pool, pets that I loved, and all the fun toys from Barbie dolls, the TRS80, and my favorite by far the Atari.
I really wanted for not, and even into my older years, life was good.
I can only fathom that my parents enjoyed providing me with all the things they were not privy to when they were children.
Both my parents grew up poor, born in the 1930’s they followed the American tradition of hard work, and it paid off.
By the time I was about the age of 5 my parents were doing very well for themselves, my …show more content…
I did struggle with depression in which began at the age of twelve and lasted until I reached my forties.
When I did complain about anything, others would often respond with that old familiar affirmation “life isn’t fair.”
That statement never sat well with me.
They were right however, life wasn’t fair, and it brought me back to an old poem I had read when I was just a child.
I have searched over the years to find this poem which had a profound impacted on me, but my attempts have failed, I do however recall the general message.
It was in reference to a young child would set out to see the world they had been told of and dreamt of being part of, only to quickly return to their comfort zone grabbing the coloring book, because it was not the world that had been described to them.
The in-depth feeling that this poem had on me is hard to describe, yet I related to it, and I wanted not to abide by some old intrinsic messages that had so much power over people in both a destructive and naïve way.
For I prefer the wise old sentiment that “life is what we make