This is do TMRW! I want a good grade as I can get. Can you proofread and comment on whether or not it is good. I like it but I would like a second option. It is for my humanities class. Thank you! >_<

It Started with a Chair

Albert Camus said that “All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.” The quote reminded me of a time when I was seven years old and decided that I could sit on a Barbie doll chair. It was small, pink, and could easily fit in the palm of my hand. I don’t know what went though my mind that day or why I thought I could sit on the chair. The chair looked so inviting to sit on. However, staying on it long enough to test it comfortably was harder than I thought - I hit the floor in seconds. But I tried something that should have been impossible to someone my age, and after that I snuck into the barn and tried to build a chair, one that I could sit in. And a year later I had built a chair, a wobbly, crooked chair but still a chair. I no longer have that chair but I still have the incessant urge to build, draw, and discover things that seem to be out of my reach.

Up until that point I was a relatively normal child, it wasn’t until after the chair incident that I was considered peculiar or eccentric. I would find the biggest word I could in the dictionary and use it every day for a week. My dad told me that if I didn’t come when he called that I could be found with my nose in a book or sketching on the old hunting stand that stood in the woods behind our house. I was completely oblivious to the world, he could yell in my ear and I still wouldn’t move.

I recently visited my old neighborhood about a year ago. The woods that had fascinated me, the place where I had found the old hunting stand, and where I played with trolls and fairies, had suddenly grown small in my absence. But then I found the box I had buried full of treasure. When I opened it I found three things, a battered old copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, a sketch of my “friends” (the trolls and fairies), and a letter I wrote to future me. I laughed and stuck it back in the ground. I was surprised that something that I had buried seven years ago was still there. The letter wasn’t about anything important, but one thing stuck in my mind. “Have you won any super cool awards yet? The putzer prize thing?” the past me asked. I think I meant Pulitzer Prize, which my dad had told me I could win someday. I had completely forgotten about that dream, I had so many.

Dreams are like the paints of an artist and the entire universe is yours to paint whatever way you like. Leaving something behind in the way you paint the world. Everyone wants something of themselves to be left behind when the die. Painter paint, poets write, and sculptors sculpt. I want to leave my footprints behind in the sands of time, to be fossilized in history so that the future will know Sarah Ashley Elkins.

I have always been creative, my imagination running amuck. Maybe because I was a tom-boy and my sister was a girly girl. My dad worked all the time and we didn’t live near any kids my age. My imagination ran unhindered through the woods that were my childhood. Even then I was strong-willed and headstrong, always having my own options. I struggled, at first, in a world full of clones. John Mason once said that “You were born an original. Don't die a copy.” All around me I see people trying so hard to be different or exactly alike that there all merge together. I still don’t understand why they feel the need. I have always been me, a banana in a world of apples and oranges. At first we all are our own kind of “fruit”. But we are taught that there is only one way to do things. I went through school watching the kids around me lose their sense of creativity. If you acted different then you were weird. I actually didn’t mind, I liked the way I was living. I was creative.

Creativity to me is the essence of the human mind. It is the very core of my being. Without it I would be lost in the labyrinth of life. It is my string that connects me too the end. Sometimes the string is tangled but it is always there. I don’t know where it will lead me but I trust it to guide me. Humans have to believe they can do something they cannot because human's greatest strength lies in their greatest doubt. Through the conversion of those two simple words (strength and doubt), plans can become practices, thoughts can become things - nothing can become something. And the panacea to doubt has only one ingredient: creativity.

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