With a face resembling a goldfish, the twelve year old me stared bewilderedly as my grandmother smiled and soothingly drank the tea I made for her.
As realization gradually dawned on me, a mixed wave of confidence and determination filled my heart. One cup of tea, one new lesson to learn (IS THIS THE ADVICE FROM HER? I WOULD PUT IT IN QUOTATION MARKS IF IT IS.).
The seventeen year old me is fully aware that the first failure is not only a guarantee, but a motivation for me to charge forward and conquer a higher goal as well. Forget the consequences, because it is all about taking a step outside, challenging my own will and squinting at the norms.
And Somewhere in my heart, my grandmother's advice lies in a special place, proud of its success in guiding me through the most difficult times.
Good job! Very descriptive, but not my suggestions! GOOD LUCK!
Constance, EssayForum Contributor
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