Flat Character Story

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Everyone Has Their Story When I think of flat characters, I think of people walking around that are made out of paper. I mean, when we are describing a flat character, we specifically say that it is a “two-dimensional” character (You know… like paper). Well, we’re not like those paper people. We are not this flat thing that walks around and has no meaning. Are we? I guess some people may seem like they are, but I guarantee you that they aren’t. I have not always had the best times, but we have all gone through this rollercoaster we call life. As a child, I was always with friends from my neighborhood. We climbed trees, spying on the adults to get some information for our top secret mission. We would stay up all night, or at least try to,…show more content…
It still is a major part of my life, but it isn’t something I want to make my life completely about. We have all had dreams, especially when we were little. I specifically remember bouncing a basketball up and down my driveway during the warmer months of the year. I wasn’t playing basketball like you would think. I was singing. Yes. Singing. The ball was my beat and the road was my audience. I wanted to be a singer. I still want to be a singer, but since I’ve grown older, I only willingly sing in my bedroom where I can enjoy the little tunes I randomly make up and not feel judged by the surrounding world. Sometimes dreams change, which mine did. That is only another part of my life. Recently I have been accepted to the University of Minnesota – Duluth to become an elementary teacher. A teacher of all things! Who would have…show more content…
Life is a mystery that we just have to figure out. A mystery in which we solve every day, little by little. A mystery which we develop into the story of our lives. We each have one and I believe that everyone should have a chance to share it at some point in their lifetime. I believe this because, like I said before, we are not paper people. We are not clones of each other who do everything the same. He likes pickles. She hates the color blue. Those are all little pieces that make us who we are. Why should we not get the chance to share who we all are? My story will differ a lot from yours. My story may seem to be worse than someone else’s, or, just the opposite, it may seem so much better. It all depends on who is interpreting it. We use our own stories to compare to others and that is how we create our opinions of one another. If one was raised to hate someone of another ethnicity, they probably will. If someone is a bully because they have been bullied, that is why they are what they are. I’m not saying that we can use our past as an excuse to be a certain way. I am clearly saying that certain chapters of our lives make us who we are
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