Describing My Shell

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My object is a shell, a shell like any shell made from the same

material like any others, but my shell has a different form that makes it really special. The

sandy clear color, and the curved lines on its exterior seem like a finger print to describe

its individuality. Its shiny smooth inner part has a hole. A Hawaiian beach without water

in it. A black round part on the top seems like its head. The shape of the yellow dog was

created on its soft bright side. So sweet this dog with small simple eyes. Its hair is

unequally arranged in both sides of its head, at the longest side, its hair goes straight

down to cover its right unseen ear, three black lines comb through, start straight and then

get curved as its hair does so.

My shell isn't a piece of trash, nor a piece of rock, my shell was once

alive. A shell with a beautiful design, it knows the ocean well, it stay behind for a long

time. My shell has a smell and even though doesn't smell as strong as it did, once it was

taken from the beach. Its lingering odor determines that my shell never forgot the place

where it came from.

My shell is triangle form without sharp edges, almost 8.7 cm long and

11.2 cm. Wide, there are many blue curved lines on the exterior of my shell, the clearest

one is the shortest one, 3 cm. away from the black head at the narrow side. Brown and

blue lines appear on the shell's narrow side beside the black head. On the interior , dark

yellow spots created a dog face with a white spot surrounding the left eye, an opened

mouth with square shape, not meant to scare us, it seems Hungry or maybe it got tired

from staying confined in this shell and wants to get out to Play and jump and run fast, his

simple crying eyes indicates that he isn't looking for trouble, his nose almost disappears

from the image, one small hole beside three tiny lines create his nose, these lines become

smaller as it moves to his right side.

A shell is the most universally identifiable part of a creature known as

a mollusk. This particular shell was once the home and a source of protection of a clane.

For me, catching this kind of nature treasure with each incoming wave often meant one of

my favorite outdoor activities like fishing. When I was little, I loved visiting the beach;

it was my favorite place. I didn't have any brothers or sisters that were close to my age,

and my parents were busy all the time. I remember sneaking out with my dog through my

room's narrow window and heading directly to the beach, It was close, so I didn't have to

get charged for a metro card. One day, as I was walking along the beach, I found this

beautiful shiny seashell, It was different than the others, its diverse clear colors took me

into different world. I was astonished with its beauty; I always loved those fairy tales

about a fisherman who found a ring in a fish, or those people who saw a mermaid sitting

on a rock, I always believed these beautiful stories, I always thought how lucky those

people are, and that perhaps this seashell was the thing that will bring me luck, I took it

with me anywhere I went, and kept asking it for requests. I wanted to keep it forever, but

my mom wouldn't let me have it in my room; it was really smelly and that made my

mom asked me to throw it away immediately …, I didn't want to throw my friend in the

garbage, so I took it back to the beach. On my way, I saw this guy on the side of the street

selling seashell necklaces, a piece of design, those beautiful seashells created those

wonderful necklaces, but weren't as beautiful as my shell. I looked at their prices and

said to myself: "gosh, these seashells are really pricy, my seashell is probably worth more

than those" I wouldn't let anybody carry my shell, so as I watched the children playing in

the water and listened to their laughter, I held my little seashell close to my heart... to let

it know that I cared very much that it had lived once, and that it had died. A moment

later, my shell was free in the sea.

Back then, life was simple, we looked at the world with innocent

eyes, free from the complexities and misguided interpretations often associated with

experience and maturity. Our quick development makes us forget these simple life parts.

Looking back into these nature resources from a child eyes will make us recognize more

complex situation need to solve like pollution and global warming for example, we

don't need complex things to design our homes, we can use simple nature resources to

create a beautiful design, we can use shells for decoration, and shells have long been

used for ornamentation, tools, and coins. They are important today in the production of

such items as "pearl" buttons, jewelry, and other decorative items.

Shell-collecting is a popular hobby throughout the world. People

from different ages enjoy looking for these charming marine organism. No wonder

because it doesn't cost any money, people from different ages can easily do it,

nevertheless people like to have one