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9/16/2013
They say curiosity killed the cat, expressing that it’s dangerous and extremely risky being curious because it can get you put in difficult situations. But for me, curiosity has gotten me to places in my life that I never thought imaginable. Curiosity gives me the courage to take a risk and more times than not, ends up helping me. It’s that, “I wonder what would happen if…” that inspires us to make decisions every single day whether we know it or not. Sometimes the smallest event changes the way you think about life for the rest of your life, just like it did to me. There was one key moment for me that truly began my curiosity. When I was about four years old, I was riding my bike with my training wheels on. Now let me just tell you, I was awful at riding my bike, even with the training wheels. I was constantly falling off, and crashing into things and losing control because I wouldn’t be paying attention to the road, but to the butterflies and the birds in the sky. There was a time where I literally rode my bike underneath a parked semi truck. One day in early spring, I asked my mother if I could take my training wheels off my bike and ride “like a big girl”. Now my mother knew how awful I was at riding my bike so she said to me, “Maybe this summer, there is still snow on the ground and I just don’t think you’re ready yet honey.” I accepted her answer for what it was. Most of the time I can just let these things go, but this was not one of those times. I was playing by myself in the yard, and I was just really bothered by the fact that I wasn’t allowed to ride my bike. Usually mother knows best, but this time something just wasn’t quite right. Something inside of me told me that I was ready. I just couldn’t shake the feeling; I had to ride my bike, without the training wheels. I went back to my mom, and I said again “I want to ride my bike without the training wheels”
“No, you’re just not ready” she replied. I won’t

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