The Journey
I believe the journey of life follows a predetermined pattern; we evolve from needing influence and guidance to finally reaching that point where our lives are up to us. I consider myself very lucky up to this point in my journey. Some people become sidetracked and wind up on a far different course than they initially planned, but the detours I made have only assisted in embellishing the individual instead of devouring it.
According to Freud a person 's most important period to grow personality ranges from birth to six years. In that span my biggest influences came from my family. When I think of that time before kindergarten, the single most important person to my development was my grandmother Ludmila. She had wisdom and tenderness so few possess. My parents were just finishing up college and working to keep up with bills and putting food on the table. Considering this was the early 90s in Europe, not everything was available to them, but they seemed to always manage. We lived in a two bedroom apartment on the fifth floor with my grandmother, and our two cats; Ksusha and Alisa. The apartment was old and the walls were filled up with my grandmother’s paintings. I spent the majority of my time with her. She taught me everything I needed to know, from learning how to walk, talk, write and draw. She taught me about the beauty of art and about different painters, it interested me and my love for art grew. She instilled a confidence in me that not everybody has, yet still I remained humble. I never acted my age, I always seemed more mature then I actually was and I think spending all that time with my grandmother contributed to it a lot. Ludmila didn’t believe in talking to me like a child, or treating me like one. She talked to me as if I was an adult, none of that sweet talking that parents usually do with their children. I became a chatter-box and would talk to everyone, and anyone. Which wasn’t necessarily a good thing, now that I look back to it, but everyone
According to Freud a person 's most important period to grow personality ranges from birth to six years. In that span my biggest influences came from my family. When I think of that time before kindergarten, the single most important person to my development was my grandmother Ludmila. She had wisdom and tenderness so few possess. My parents were just finishing up college and working to keep up with bills and putting food on the table. Considering this was the early 90s in Europe, not everything was available to them, but they seemed to always manage. We lived in a two bedroom apartment on the fifth floor with my grandmother, and our two cats; Ksusha and Alisa. The apartment was old and the walls were filled up with my grandmother’s paintings. I spent the majority of my time with her. She taught me everything I needed to know, from learning how to walk, talk, write and draw. She taught me about the beauty of art and about different painters, it interested me and my love for art grew. She instilled a confidence in me that not everybody has, yet still I remained humble. I never acted my age, I always seemed more mature then I actually was and I think spending all that time with my grandmother contributed to it a lot. Ludmila didn’t believe in talking to me like a child, or treating me like one. She talked to me as if I was an adult, none of that sweet talking that parents usually do with their children. I became a chatter-box and would talk to everyone, and anyone. Which wasn’t necessarily a good thing, now that I look back to it, but everyone
Cited: Anstendig, Linda, and David Hicks. "Salvation." Writing through Literature. Upper Saddle River, NJ: Prentice Hall, 1996. 86-88. Print. Anstendig, Linda, and David Hicks. "Self-Reliance." Writing through Literature. Upper Saddle River, NJ: Prentice Hall, 1996. 127-29. Print.