Life to me is just a book. It could be an adventure, a love story, a strategy, or simply just 2 pages of instruction how to live life. I have my own story too which I can’t really tell what type of it, though. But one thing for sure is that I did, I do and I will continue to write my own story. My story may or may not be perfect, but after all the draft the rewrite, the mistakes I made, it will eventually get better. Just like my life.
When I was about 5 to 6 years old, my mother sent me to live with my grandparents. My grandparents lived in the countryside. Because …show more content…
I was a really coward person (I’m still now). I have always liked to try new things, but when it comes to get hurts or injuries, I tend to get scared easily. However, learning how to ride a bicycle helped I pushed through my limits. It took me a long time and a lot of courage, too. My cousin gave me his old bike to practice. I was having a lot of trouble with that bike. I failed and got back up many times. There were a lot injuries and bruises which were left on my legs and arms after all the failing and crashing. In the end, I made it. I was able to ride a bike. Failure is not fatal. The more a person fails and recovers and develops, the better that person get. Learning how to ride a bicycle taught me to be persistent and …show more content…
I was quite shy at the first time I came here. The weather, the language, the food, the people, basically everything, was so different compared to Vietnam. It was like having a culture shock. After a few months, I managed to get use to it. I started to speak English, made new friends. Everything was alright. But to be honest, I missed Vietnam sometimes. I had to admit that change is fun. My English and social skill improved a lot. I’m more confident and adventurous now than I used to be.
Life is the greatest journey a person will ever be on. A journey that is full of unforgettable memories. Even if those memories make me sad, I’ve got to continually move forward, believing in the future. Even when I realize I make terrible mistakes, and I am about to lose all hope, those memories make me stronger. I’m not alone, I’m not going to give up easily. I have to live and enjoy my life to the fullest. Because it’s a special privilege to be alive every