I know we are well into the summer but today i was talking with my friend and i was reminded of an incident in school where the teacher asked me to describe myself in one word. My answer was "me" the class thought it was funny and it was but they looked past what that really meant. If we could somehow remember what it was like before anything mattered, we dressed up wearing clothes of our favorite tv character, shoes with lights that flashed with every step, pig tails, coloring books. Then we spend about five minutes getting ready, now we spend thirty minutes to an hour we have to have our hair perfect, and dress in expensive clothes, that so many others also have it would be no suprise if you walked past someone wearing the same shirt each day. As children we looked past breasts, hair, clothes, weight, sports, everything was just so simple. Anything was possible as a kid we could grow up to be or do anything. Now we let what we have learned tell us our own boundaries, our very imagination is limited to what we know about society and never think twice about the impossible. If only we can bring back the innocence of a child we once used to have, war, clothes, rich poor, none of that would matter and our society would flourish.

When you first encounter a new person they are immediately given a first impression by you, and it is said that it takes twenty more encounters to change that first impression. As children we grow up taught to not judge a book by its cover but as we age, spend less time at the nest and more with our friends, that cover of the book becomes the only thing we see as our adolescent growing minds forget all the innocence we once had as a child and become corrupt by the harsh reality of our society.

The answer I had given in class that day meant oh so much more than how it was taken. If you ask me to describe myself I will not give you a long description about where i work, what i do, who my friends are, or how I spend my days. I'm just going to say, "I am myself, this is me" because when it comes down to it why should I waste a minute of my life describing myself to a person who might judge me by my cover instead of turning the pages. The answer I give is perfect because after turning my pages or only judging me by my cover you recieve an impression of me, and yet no matter how you look at me, I still am me, I still am myself. You can never change that