Childhood To Adulthood
The arduous task of planting flowers symbolized more to me than dirt, frustration, and flowers. However, at the time it was just a difficult objective to plant daffodils on a Saturday morning when I could have stayed home and pursued my usual quest of ruining my eyesight by watching long durations of my favorite cartoons. However, my father had different plans that day as I was dragged out of my house to go help him plant daffodils for a charity case. He told me that this particular project symbolized new beginnings and a sense of unity throughout the neighborhood. Of course all that was resonated to me was labor and missing out on watching some my dearest superheroes fight off evil. Little did I know that this particular event in my life would cause a dramatic change in the way I proceeded to work, think about goals, and think about what it means to actually accomplish goals I set out for myself? As my father parked the car I saw many people join together to help plant these daffodils and simultaneously my father was trying to convince me that it would be worth my while. However, at the tender age of ten, my mind was concerned with more menial problems like if the DVR was on. My indications that this was going to be irritating were presumably correct at first, since I was handed a shovel and mulch upon arrival. The weather didn’t make my job any easier since it was around winter time. So through cold weather and a strong desire to leave I took a shovel and began to dig into the side of the road. As many factors were against me, everyone around me was laughing and enjoying what felt like a punishment. This painstaking task handed down to me was met with superficial complaints about why any of these tasks matters. After endless digging, I felt extremely sore around my lower back and an old lady teased me in a polite manner by saying, “Wait until you get to my age.” The next part to planting the flowers was to plant the daffodil bulbs and cover it with soil.