As we were being told that we were to write our own ‘tapestry,’ and exactly what it is supposed to be, I was thinking back on everything that I would find to be important things in my life that I’ve experienced. There were a few times that have happened in my life that came to mind.

In the fourth and fifth grade I had taken horseback riding lessons. It was one of the most fun and thrilling things that I have ever had the chance to do. The horse that I rode for those two years, Briggs, was absolutely beautiful. He was huge, brown, with a white and black spotted bottom. I, at the time was only about 5 feet, at the most, and he had about a foot on me max. His mane was soft and onyx in color. He amazed me with how gentle the giant could be. He allowed me to clean his hooves, brush his coat, and feed him a few carrots and apples when class was over. When I would suit him up with a saddle, and then step up to sit on him while we were in the white, warm stables, he would always seem to perk up. It made my experience with him even more enjoyable. As we would go through the maze of stable to get to the fields, he always seemed to know the path, and the ponies that we would pass to get to our destination. It always seemed to comfort me. Then once we reached the field, he would be so excited to gallop in the field, seeing as I was the only one scheduled to ride him that day. As we galloped through the field, I would watch the scenery go by; all of the trees and other horses in their fields, and the little children petting the ponies, it was so relaxing, feeling the wind against your face. That was the beginning of me loving nature. It relaxed me, whenever I was having a bad week, I couldn’t wait to get to the stables. My time was cut short from there because we couldn’t afford me taking horseback riding lessons and pottery.

Pottery is an event in my life that I will probably always do until I’m old. I’ve been taking pottery lessons since I was about 8 years old. It makes me feel good about myself; it shows me that I am able to create beautiful things. I especially prefer doing work on the potters’ wheel because it is so much fun. You know, that if you make one false move, that your entire piece can be destroyed before it even had a chance to live. I find it exhilarating but yet, very scared that I could ruin my work before it was could be put in the kiln. Pottery studios are incredibly fun and fragile at the same time. There is the smell of burnt paper, and mold in the air; paper from the kilns and mold from the clay, to keep it fresh. It may sound unappealing, but it makes me feel at home. You see the wheels when you walk in, and peoples past works on display, with their vibrant colors shapes, and designs. It makes you very cautious, because everything is so delicate, especially in the first stages, before it is fired. You give such a passion when you are creating you’re own works. You just clear your mind from every worry that you have. You have to concentrate on what you’re doing, or else you will break it, and have to restart. Once you do get the piece just right, and it is fired in the kiln, you can choose from so many different colors. You could make it a deep red, or a bamboo, you can even paint your colors on there to make it a true one of a kind. When you see your finished work on a shelf, waiting for you, you know that you should feel proud because you made your piece a lasting, priceless piece.

Then, there is the one summer I played softball. It was after sixth grade and I had nothing planned for summer, so I decided that I would try out a sport. I decided on girls’ softball, because I knew a few people who would be playing. Luckily enough I was surrounded by my friends when I played. It made everything sop much more fun. On the warm summer days, we’d practice, me in the rich green grass of the outfield, as I’d attempt to catch the balls that were hit towards my way. I was an auspicious player. I tried as best as I could. It was the championship; we were playing against another good team. It’s just that when you hear the crowd hollering for you when you go up to bat, it is so invigorating, and when you actually hit the ball, and run through the bases, you get the most amazing adrenaline rush, you just have your heart pumping, as you block out the crowd, it seems like everything is going in slow motion, as you try beating the first baseman to the plate. When you do make it, it makes you feel so relieved. You see the upset faces of the other team as they try strategizing to get you out, and your team is giving you thumbs up and slapping hands to your victory. I made it all the way around, with three stolen bases that game. We won first place in the New Castle County Recreational League. It wasn’t much, but it made me proud.

When I was trying to figure out what high school I was going to be attending, my main goal was to be accepted to Cab. While I was doing up my art and communications portfolios, I decided I might as well try to get into Charter school of Wilmington too, seeing as it’s at the same place. So I told my mom, and I was signed up for the test to get in. I tested in December and was accepted in February. I was also accepted into Cab. I decided that Cab had more opportunities available to me that I was more interested in. Now I go to Cab, and I think that my decision was correct; for I’m more into the arts then I am into all the bookwork.