“It doesn’t matter how tough we are; trauma always leaves a scar.
It follows us home; it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe
that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through
all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have
to get a little messed up, before we can step up.”
Being tough all your life is extremely hard for most of us. Showing
that won’t help even a little tiny bit, instead it will create more complex
problems than what we have in our hands.
The word “Tough” had always been a lot of weight in our tongues. We
wish that we could say that we are scared, we can’t do that, we fear that but
all that comes out is sadness and cries.
Staying all night thinking of what will happen if we couldn’t stand
that. Thinking of things that shouldn’t be thought of.
It develops a barrier between ourselves and the world around us.
Not letting us enjoy life and feeling like were locked inside a cell, so firmly
that we cannot stand it anymore.
Our minds aren’t well developed and can’t handle all that pressure.
Feeling that we need someone to talk to, someone who knows me well so that he
could fix me, so that he could heal me instead of killing me slowly without
knowing what’s wrong with me.
Experiencing all that in such small ages isn’t fine and is needed
to be solved. The environment around us isn’t helping us and we thought it
would. It is like were in a concealed in a place we don’t know and it’s hard to
find the way out.
Pain maybe the one who keeps us from moving and going forward or
it’s the factor that lets us know how to deal with what’s next and getting over
Messing up a bit can lead to
two ways. It’s either leveling up and a small scar will be remembered or going
downward and making it a big scar that won’t go away.
Alexa’s story is a full of
adventures based on problems that piled up and formed a good book to read.
Going through all that made her realize how hard life is and the fact that life
is easy isn’t a fact anymore to her.
“This is your life
Do what you love and do it often
If you don’t like something, change it
If you don’t like your job, quit
If you don’t have the time to do the things that you love, make
Life is simple
Open your minds, arms, and heart to new things
Ask the next person you see, what their passion is
And share your inspiring dreams with them
Getting lost will only help you find yourself
Don’t give up when thing don’t get easily
Continue to work for it until you succeed
Some opportunities only come once
Start doing the things that interest you
And take part of crazy things, you only dreamed of doing
Make the dream a reality
And wear your passion everywhere you go
Life is about the people you meet, and the things that you do
So go out and start creating
Creating new friends, creating new memories and new dreams
Life is way too short so stop saying later cause if not now, when?”
Okay … So let’s see how my miserable life started to appear. As
you hopped into my world, let me introduce myself. I’m Alexa, a 13 years old
girl who lives a life of calculations. Calculating every single step over the
surface. Long stairs, elevators, hills, and everything that count as high to
me. I just can’t help it! I’m afraid of heights, so I should take care of all
of the things that made me suffer in my childhood. My childhood is
unforgettable for me. It represents my identity; it’s who I am from the inside
of my nerves, blood and DNA.
And about my family and friends, they are just as a perfectly
ordinary person. My dad William, who is thirty-five years old works at a
climbing games center as a full-time job. He starts working from 10 a.m. until
10 p.m. at night. It’s such a hard job watching kids and talking about safety
all the time. He is very tall and can climb fast just like a spider does. Only
if climbing counts in the Olympics then my dad would be a famous climber all
because of the speed he got. On the other side, my mom Emily, who is
thirty-three years old, a fitness trainer at a nearby gym. She walks to work
every day instead of using her car. It’s just 3 blocks away and one turn to the
left. She works three times a day as a
part-time job at a variant time in the day. She works from 6 a.m. till 9 a.m.
as the first part-time job. And then takes a break till 12 p.m. And then work
until 3 p.m. After that, she takes a break till 6 p.m. and she ends her
part-time job at 9 p.m.
Lastly my little and only brother James, who is nine years old. A
4th grader student in a private bilingual school. He had been in his school
since pre- kindergarten because of his intelligent mind.
He had been to various types of competitions in school and outside
it such as math, science and writing contest also sport related competitions.
In a result countless numbers of schools wanted my brother to study in and as
well as Universities have reserved a seat for him.
He loves riding his bike to school as a transportation instead of a
bus seeing that it is less polluting the world. Furthermore, he always thinks
of recycling any object all around the house. He also solves problems quickly
so when our family or one member of it faces a problem we ask him even though
he is the youngest. As the quote says people aren’t always smart based on age,
it’s on knowledge.
I am a lazy person who used to be an active person all the time. In
the olden days I used to organize all the house and take care of it even the
corners of the rooms and halls. On top of that I used to always argue a bunch
of times in the day and talk about stuff that don’t matter for most people like
the little chattels in life.
Lately I was too lazy to
move even an inch, but now I’m kind of getting to move even though I’m thin and
don’t have any issue with my body or anything. I’m always on my computer
watching Netflix or sleeping because of my boring horrible life. Here is why my
life is like that.
The Road Trip
Three years before this summer. When school finished, my parents
announced that we will go on a mini vacation for a week. Furthermore, the trip
will be by the car. That’s when we got really mad and disagreed on the trip.
But I changed my mind when they said that there will be a zip line in an outdoor
When I arrived, I was so hyped and couldn’t believe that I was
there. As the first few hours pasted my parents couldn’t stop me from being way
to excited. They figured out that if they told me that we will go to the zip
line that I wanted to go for ages, I would stop distracting them. I was too
excited to try the zip line and seeing the view over there.
We had time to go there in the third day while the sun set. I wore
my favorite sporty stretchy pale color shirt to the zip line and a pair of
denim jeans. And so my parents and little brother did wear their favorite shirt
The zip line was long and
rounded about one football courts by length. Before I could snap up the view
there on top of the wild. They checked my height and weight and then I was ready
to go. The zip line was had an amazing speed, when I went off it was between
fast and normal. The view out there was beautiful, seeing tall and short trees,
animals walking, sleeping, and even climbing. Building of all types and houses
with their backyards. The ocean waves and the surfers fighting the water to
show off their talents.
While I was riding the zip line I imagined myself building a tree
house with my intelligent brother, James. But all of the sudden the zip line
stopped. The dream I was imagining about the tree house vanished from my brain,
my inner self.
After a few seconds I realized that the zip line trolley was stuck
in the something. I was scared and shocked at the same time. At that moment I
began having a fear of the heights.
After that two of the zip line experts that worked there came to me
from each side and tried to figure out the problem. The zip line trolley got
into the rope so they asked if they could pull me back and forth to get out the
trolley from the rope itself.
Finally, after few tries and
few minutes later the trolley got out of the rope and I got to the other side
by crawling on the rope upside-down. At first I thought that was scary but I
got the hang of it at the end of the journey of zip lining.
But the story didn’t end
after that. The stuff there apologized for that and told me if I or other member
of the family wanted to zip line again or have the money back again. My family
just choose to have the money back after a short family talk. That was the
first and last time I zip lined in my entire life!
We went straight to the
hotel in our gray rented car. The rest of the day was just dad and James
watching matches or playing PlayStation on TV. My mom and I just made the bed,
stuffed the cabinet with clothes, prepared what to wear for the rest of the
days, and finally cooked a delicious dinner of oatmeal for all of us prepared
coffee for dad and herself. On the side some vegs to full up our mutualism
after a long hard working day.
The next day, dad searched up for local climbing game center to
have fun. There were a bunch of them but they didn’t seem to be a great place
to go to. Finally, after bazillion hours of searching we found a pretty decent
local climbing game center.
It was a huge one and had
many exciting games of all different kinds. Tall walls filled up the place with
chalk wall over the ground. Kids from different ages playing with each other.
It seems to be as an indoor playground that even elders can have fun at.
The place had many sections just like any climbing game center
would be. Trampolines were on a side and climbing in the Clip ‘n Climb section.
And a side were people who love to leap in a parkour-like place. Slides are the
most played game in that climbing center as they have a variety of slides. Also
a rope course that has thrilling trails waiting for me to ride it. Many bikes,
skateboard and roller skates are parked in a place where riders can Skate ‘n
Ride in that zone.
The games there were quite good. And on the last bit of the time
after we planned to head back home, James ended up injuring his arm in the leap
zone and had to get a cast for a month. It was so painful to see him fall from
the top of the game to the ground hurt with a cracked bone. He slipped his foot
on the corner of the cylinder and hit a bunch of them will going down.
The rest of the short traveling vacation didn’t end up as we
wanted. We had to go back home as fast as we can because mom’s manager offered
her to work with celebrity about the age of mine. I got glad and all my family
did. We returned home in the 5th day and when we got home after a long trip.
All of us decided to take a nap but the nap turned into a long sleep.
Usually my family and I got up at seven a.m. but in that specific
day we got up at nine and half a.m. I suppose we were just tired to get up.
That morning I felt full of energy and returned all the clothes
back to the cabinet while they were sleeping and made the breakfast table that
was consisted of cereal and coffee for my parents and hot chocolate for James
After that I woke them up
and ate breakfast then asked James if he wanted to jog with me around the
Neighborhood. James couldn’t do much since he injured his arm. He had
difficulties doing basic things with his left hand because he was born
right-handed. However, James decided to jog with me for an hour and then return
home. I helped him get dressed and tie his shoes and also comb his hair.
We went to jog at 10 in the morning. That jog got pretty well
therefore, we discovered new places that were opened recently and some
abandoned houses and malls.
Furthermore, James found a
near forest to his school. We walked in and as we got into the forest I found a
dog that was trapped in a hole that was a little deep. James and I tried to get
him out but we couldn’t.
In a result, we went to back home as fast as we can. On the way
home we didn’t see any signs that said that there was a lost dog. We went
straight to our parents and told them about that lost dog and how that place
looked like. Meanwhile, my dad called the animals services and told them about
the dog. As James described the dog to dad, I went to search for anything that
could help like long rope, meat, water and most importantly a dog toy.
My family and I then headed to that forest waiting for the animal’s
services to arrive. After a few minutes later they came. Moreover, the dog was
rescued and didn’t have any dreadful injuries.
The dog was a white Husky
that turned out to be a puppy. He had blue eyes which made him special to
recognize. Then the problem appeared, that puppy didn’t have any collar which
is supposed to be around any dog or puppy.
The collar is a piece of material that is raped once around the
dog’s or puppy’s neck. It can be used for control, identification, or even
fashion. All dogs that are owned by their owners. Whether pet owner or people
who work at animals’ services or at shelter should buy a collar to find their
lost dog by writing the information on the collar.
The next few days, my family was busy making advertisement about
that lost dog. We pictured him and wrote some information about that puppy that
the animals’ service gave to us. The animals’ service didn’t ask us to do so,
but we did that as volunteering.
The advertisements were everywhere in the streets for about two weeks.
There was no respond from anyone nearby or even far from us. After that the
animals’ services called us to come. When we arrived they told us that:
“The puppy can be adopted by from us as no one come to take him. We
will provide you with all the essentials and a Guarantee for a year if you
“While we dealt with the dog we found out that the dog can be kept
with you guys if you mind”
Then all of a sudden, another worker was passing by and heard our
conversation with the dog services manager said:
“That puppy that your kids rescued is talented, smart and follows
what we tell him to do.” After he apologized for interrupting.