Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made a impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.
Kids, when they grow to a certain age, usually tend to rail on their parents for not 'understanding' them, and I wasn't any different. With troubles at school and clashes with my parents, life was tough with no one to talk to. My brother had his own life to deal with, and couldn't be bothered with any of my problemsïnor did I want to burden him with them. Thankfully, however, I wasn't left to brood away on my own. My stepbrother, Peter, was always a phone call away and ready to listen and help me get through any hurdles I might come across. A good 13 years separated us, placing him at an age where he wasn't too rash or old-fashioned. He was a child of the 80s who had to fend for himself when both his parents decided to get jobs to support the family. Thus, he became independent early on and tried his hand at various activities in order to find a path he could walk on. He had an intricate group of friends for company and support during those younger years, though he tended to keep his own company at times. His holidays were usually strict and formal affairs, devoid of 'fun' since my father believed in pressuring a child into growing up rather than letting them enjoy being a kid. After my father divorced his mom, he fell into a period of depression, but in the end, he pulled through and decided he'd go to college after graduating from high school. There was no point in ruining the rest of his life over one incident after all.
When I was born, Peter was already a part of our household. Though he might've held some ill will against my brother and I for taking his father away, the man fondly took care of us like an older brother. He made sure we stayed out of trouble and was a constant mediator of peace when Sam and I had our petty arguments. I enjoyed his company over Sam's because, unlike my older brother of two years, he actually paid attention and knew things about the world that I did not. It was fascinating to see how differently he thought from his fatherïthey often bashed heads when it came to certain issues. More than anything I can remember, though...he taught me how to enjoy life. Instead of allowing me to hole myself up in my room each day to read like my parents had, he took me for walks and showed me the world.
To this day, I admire him for his perseverance and set path in life. Though he only obtained an associate's degree, he still managed to find jobs with a steady income. An undying optimist, he lived his life the way he wanted to, and managed to find and hone his own talents. He was, and still is, a comforting presence in my life. Unlike my parents, he wanted to hear my opinions and let me enjoy life as a child for as long as I could. He rescued me from a going through the narrow alleyway of 'pure education'ïshut off from social contact and the outside world. My parents just wanted me to be a top student no matter what the cost, and pressured me into staying inside most of the time to study. His intervention gave me some of my favorite childhood memories...
(Is it too...talkative? Ah, and does 'the prevention of cancer' count as an 'issue of importance'?)
Any errors?
When children grow to a certain age, they usually tend to rail on their parents for not 'understanding' them, and I was no different.
Though he might have held some ill will toward my brother and I for taking his father away, the man fondly took care of us like an older brother.
It is best to avoid contractions and write the two words separately...
This is not too talkative.. they asked you to talk about a person. You did well!!
