Here is an essay that I've talked about in my current events section. It's about a photograph. Enjoy. I recieved an A for this, tell me if it's worthy of an A.
Nobody ever thought that a four year old could ever be so cunning. Especially one with a sweet and angelic face. That's where the picture comes in. It will make you think about how cunning a four year old can be when she wants to be.
A mischevious smile rested carelessly on a young girls angelic face. Her eyes danced and sparkled with mischief. Her nose crinkled and she giggled when she realized that she had been caught. A sudden bright flash went off, capturing the moment. Fourteen years later the photo remains a favorite in my house.
Shiny light brown curls gently framed her glowing face. Two light orange barrettes desperately tried to hold the curls back, but failed. A few curls gently rested on the shoulder of her bright white shirt, contrasting with the darker color of her hair. Her pants were a light tan color. She kneeled on the cold cement floor showing the contrast of her light pants against the dark color of the floor.
A bright red toolbox gleamed behind her. Her hands tightly clutched an empty bottle of Elmer's Glue like it was a lifeline. White streaks crossed the red toolbox. The white color was the color of her teeth when she smiled. The michevious grin remaind frozen in time as her chocolately brown eyes gazed laughingly into the camera.
Just inside the picture was her father. His hair was a darker shade of brown. A shocked and slightly amused grin rested on his face. He had walked into the garage just in time to see his daughter finish gluing his toolbox shut.
The photograph brought back the memories in a rush like water being dropped from a bucket. Sudden and without warning. As I looked at the picture I could remember the musty smell of the old garage. I could feel the grainy feeling of dusty air that filled my mouth. The sound of clinking tools still rang in my ears.
The photograph was old and worn. The corners were frazzled and bent. Fingerprints covered the face of the photograph. The glossy finish of the photograph had long since disappeared. Smudges could be seen around the photograph, where a child had once marked with a crayon. The picture held more than one memory.
The toolbox still sits silently in my mind. Glued shut only by the weak glue. It serves to remind me that innocense doesn't always remain angelic. It also reminds me that appearances can be very deceiving.
The photograph will always remain a favorite simply because it is of a happier time. A time where my biggest problem was if I'd get an extra cookie at lunch or if my cartoons were on. The innocense and carefree life is displayed in the photograph. A child who wants more attention and knows how to get it. She glues her father's toolbox shut.
The photograph remains in a photo album full of childhood memories. Anytime I need a laugh or just to remember, I turn my brown eyes to the photograph. I remember the carefree life and somehow, it makes me feel better. I think my dad's toolbox may be in a need of another coat of glue.