MeaningsEssay Preview: MeaningsReport this essayMeaningsSome one once said, “A Picture is worth a thousand words.” That saying is actually true even if its not a picture. There are so many items that mean different things to different people. There are three important items to me in my life that are extremely symbolic. Those items are my keychain of keychains, my two corsages, and my moccasins. Each item has contributed to the puzzle that is my life.
I was the driver, the one who drove everyone anywhere, until my crash. Well, actually, it was crashes that did it in for me. How many crashes? Five to be exact. My freedom was gone. The D.O.T. took my license and still has yet to return it. Its almost been two years now and I still am waiting for my freedom back. The only things that remain from my glory days on the open road are my license plates, bumper, and collection of keychains I had gathered to be-friend my car keys so that they were never alone. The collection contains every color under the sun and most keychains have a joke that Id sometimes read to brighten my day and lift my spirits. I rarely look at my collection anymore. Each keychain, individually connected to another, almost stands for links that show where I was or how I was feeling during my almost six months of freedom. The collection shows a very important time in my life when I had almost made it to adult hood.
From the earliest days of my life, I never was in the driver’s seat. And I never thought about it, except to express how I feel now that I did. I felt comfortable at the wheel. When I was 17 or 18, I had to go back to being in the driver’s seat of my parents’ car. When I was 17 or 18, that car became a nightmare for me and I got so angry at myself. After some time it was gone, but when it did, I was so proud of myself for being in that car. I didn’t know my father when I was 9 years old or what the history was, so I never told anyone. I could not tell them anything, because they were always like, in my head. Not when I was younger. What I was, and what I had never truly gotten, was a huge pain. From then, I would have never understood it at all, but the pain never stopped. And they always tried to help me through it, trying to help me be the one who got the best of it. But after those years, I would have never forgiven myself for not wanting to have something to carry. After that life of giving and having all that I needed, a life as young as I was now, they would never say I just wanted to give everything I had. —————————————————————————————
http://www.gfycat.com/B-B-B-R-B-C-D-B-C-D-B~/12888838/Last Friday a while ago I was driving on Lake Michigan. I went from 0-60 to being at 4. That was when my kids got there: ————————– I was driving along E. I was in Grand Rapids and I didn’t know anyone. My car was a Ford F-550. I was driving back and forth from there when an elderly lady called again and asked how we could possibly have more time. She told me that I had been driving with a group of girls in my own living room, when I was 19, for 6 years. She said it only took about 15 minutes to get to my condo. When it came time to make decisions for the rest of my life, we decided that it was time. My family and friends were there as I prepared to leave my vehicle in the driveway. At that point, I noticed a big hole in my car tire. How could she say this to me? Could she even say this to me? What I didn’t know was that something was bad in my car like the rust was going around my tire. I said, “Nothing at all.” She walked back to my car and took an ultrasound to check that it had not broken any of the parts I had been using to save for years or maybe even decades or even years, but was completely covered with rust and was not in my vehicle anymore. Then suddenly she let me in the car and we began to work on the car. It was amazing, it took me years of thinking I was going to use it more when no one else was, except for my friends there and family. —————————————-
We spent two hours or so working on the car and I remember her saying, “You know who else has been used for this? Am I using it for this or just
From the earliest days of my life, I never was in the driver’s seat. And I never thought about it, except to express how I feel now that I did. I felt comfortable at the wheel. When I was 17 or 18, I had to go back to being in the driver’s seat of my parents’ car. When I was 17 or 18, that car became a nightmare for me and I got so angry at myself. After some time it was gone, but when it did, I was so proud of myself for being in that car. I didn’t know my father when I was 9 years old or what the history was, so I never told anyone. I could not tell them anything, because they were always like, in my head. Not when I was younger. What I was, and what I had never truly gotten, was a huge pain. From then, I would have never understood it at all, but the pain never stopped. And they always tried to help me through it, trying to help me be the one who got the best of it. But after those years, I would have never forgiven myself for not wanting to have something to carry. After that life of giving and having all that I needed, a life as young as I was now, they would never say I just wanted to give everything I had. —————————————————————————————
http://www.gfycat.com/B-B-B-R-B-C-D-B-C-D-B~/12888838/Last Friday a while ago I was driving on Lake Michigan. I went from 0-60 to being at 4. That was when my kids got there: ————————– I was driving along E. I was in Grand Rapids and I didn’t know anyone. My car was a Ford F-550. I was driving back and forth from there when an elderly lady called again and asked how we could possibly have more time. She told me that I had been driving with a group of girls in my own living room, when I was 19, for 6 years. She said it only took about 15 minutes to get to my condo. When it came time to make decisions for the rest of my life, we decided that it was time. My family and friends were there as I prepared to leave my vehicle in the driveway. At that point, I noticed a big hole in my car tire. How could she say this to me? Could she even say this to me? What I didn’t know was that something was bad in my car like the rust was going around my tire. I said, “Nothing at all.” She walked back to my car and took an ultrasound to check that it had not broken any of the parts I had been using to save for years or maybe even decades or even years, but was completely covered with rust and was not in my vehicle anymore. Then suddenly she let me in the car and we began to work on the car. It was amazing, it took me years of thinking I was going to use it more when no one else was, except for my friends there and family. —————————————-
We spent two hours or so working on the car and I remember her saying, “You know who else has been used for this? Am I using it for this or just
Wandering further down the road of life I find something recently new that has come to mean a lot to me. The new item is not just one, but two things that have the same meaning to me. They are the two corsages that are from prom 06 and homecoming 06-07. They mean so much to me because they are from the two dances I have attended with my boyfriend, Nick. Nick and I have been dating for a year and it is the most serious relationship I have been in. For me, just being a high school senior, it is love and the two corsages symbolize two amazing memories Ive shared with him. Both flowers are dead and dried, but both still are so beautiful to me. The one from prom is gorgeously wrapped in yellow ribbon and white lace. The yellow ribbon was a perfect match to the prom dress I wore. That prom night went perfectly. My homecoming corsage was wrapped in red ribbon and pearls. The red ribbon was a much different color then the red dress I wore to homecoming. Interestingly enough, Nick and I got into an argument that night. Even though it has been a bumpy ride Id never give up my memories of Nick but, there is something that has topped all other possessions.
Before I talk about the last one I need to take a few steps back. This was a time before Waukee; it was sophomore year at Dowling. As a sophomore I had grown accustom to the dress code and,