My Most Compelling Moment
Estee Zeldin
My Most Compelling Moment As a young teen I always dreamt of accomplishing something that would have people’s eyes opened. Many doors were opened right before me and I could’ve walked through anyone. Having that opportunity I took the advantage I had and tried several doors. Doing so, after a while I never had the intentions of finishing what I began because nothing came naturally to me. At that point of my life I was 13 years old. The typical age of a girl who wants to be noticed for something outstanding as the athletes or celebrities in magazines and television. During recess my girlfriends were talking about shopping, nails, and makeup. For an odd reason during those conversations I always felt like the outcast snoozing out occasionally. Trying to find something different to do with my time, out of curiosity I ease dropped on the boys’ conversation for a few minutes. Weirdly, I wanted to become a part of it. As curiosity killed I continued listening to the conversation. Between all the gibberish spoken, horse racing was brought up. It was as random as snow on a summer day to bring up, but aside from it being random the idea of horse riding sounded interesting. Walking home from school, I was filled with excitement to ask my parents about it. To them it was just one of my ridiculous ideas I was fantasizing about. The next day I ran in to my old friend Milana. As we were talking I mentioned horse riding to her and ironically her cousin worked at the stables just a half an hour away. Her name was Jess, she was older then us by a few years. Jess worked there for so long it became apart of her life; she knew everything and everyone at the stables. I ran home to tell my parents about it. As ridiculous as it sounded it finally came to their thought as to what they had to loose, or what did I have to loose. The weekend came along and together with Milana, to make it for Jess’s late hours when no one was there, we drove down to the stable.
My Most Compelling Moment As a young teen I always dreamt of accomplishing something that would have people’s eyes opened. Many doors were opened right before me and I could’ve walked through anyone. Having that opportunity I took the advantage I had and tried several doors. Doing so, after a while I never had the intentions of finishing what I began because nothing came naturally to me. At that point of my life I was 13 years old. The typical age of a girl who wants to be noticed for something outstanding as the athletes or celebrities in magazines and television. During recess my girlfriends were talking about shopping, nails, and makeup. For an odd reason during those conversations I always felt like the outcast snoozing out occasionally. Trying to find something different to do with my time, out of curiosity I ease dropped on the boys’ conversation for a few minutes. Weirdly, I wanted to become a part of it. As curiosity killed I continued listening to the conversation. Between all the gibberish spoken, horse racing was brought up. It was as random as snow on a summer day to bring up, but aside from it being random the idea of horse riding sounded interesting. Walking home from school, I was filled with excitement to ask my parents about it. To them it was just one of my ridiculous ideas I was fantasizing about. The next day I ran in to my old friend Milana. As we were talking I mentioned horse riding to her and ironically her cousin worked at the stables just a half an hour away. Her name was Jess, she was older then us by a few years. Jess worked there for so long it became apart of her life; she knew everything and everyone at the stables. I ran home to tell my parents about it. As ridiculous as it sounded it finally came to their thought as to what they had to loose, or what did I have to loose. The weekend came along and together with Milana, to make it for Jess’s late hours when no one was there, we drove down to the stable.