College Entrance Essay about how when I was young and who I am.

Essay by lolo04x@aol.comHigh School, 12th gradeA-, April 2005

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Riding my bike I started out onto a street familiar to traffic jams, making sure I stayed on the sidewalk, and continued all the way to the corner and turned left. I pedaled as fast as I could, my LA Light sneakers taking a beating on the cracked pavement. The palm trees dwarfed me as I searched the familiar stores where my mom and I shopped. I leaned over my handlebars and stared at the fork in the road. Which one should I take? I was overcome with an uneasy feeling in my stomach and an overwhelming sensation of helplessness. My brain was an unorganized center of ideas and suggestions that made no sense. My brain delivered no knowledge of any sort of distinguishing landmarks. Pick one, I thought - left or right. Which direction I chose, I can't remember, because that was about ten years ago. What I can remember is how relieved I was when I began to recognize my surroundings.

A jolt of energy rushed through my body and my purple Shwinn tore down the street. I rang the doorbell to my house and my mother stood there wondering why I had come, and why was I alone. "What are you doing here, and where's your father?" Knowing it wouldn't be easy to tell her the story of my journey; I stood in the doorway and in my four-foot frame stated, "I don't know."

I was seven years old when I decided to go to my mom's because I was upset with my father. Now that I remember this story being seventeen, there were so many things that could have gone wrong. It takes a pretty headstrong seven year old to lie to her father about riding her bicycle outside, and instead, secretly ride all the...