write a story in which map plays an important role(300-350 words)
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Maps play an important role in our daily lives today as we rely heavily on them to get us around cities. However, maps can tell more of a story than to just help us with navigational challenges. Some maps can tell of who lives in a city, some tell of the physical size of a certian location and some maps can even tell personalized stories specifically of childhood events that have created traits that people still portray as adults.
The start location on my childhood map is the house where I lived for the first 11 years of my life. My parents had just moved to buy their first house in a suburb thirty minutes outside the Twin Cities as it was within five minutes of my grandparents. Both my parents worked and so my grandma took care of me when I was a baby. I was not only the oldest child in my family, but the oldest grandchild so I had plenty of attention from lots of adults. One could even say even as a toddler, I ran the show around my house. For almost two years before my younger sister were born, I had the undivided attention of grandparents, aunts, uncles and my parents.
However, not only was this house is the setting of where I took monumental steps in my childhood development but, also where I learned about the importance developing a strong voice. Having lots of adults around me that I could hear the language was beneficial to my development along with the fact that the more I could talk, the more the adults would choose to listen to me and I noticed this detail. Growing up I also had two younger sisters that looked up to me when we were in the basement trying to figure out if we should play “house” or “school”, and they valued my ideas. I was supported starting at a young age that I had something to say that was worth listening to that was demonstrated by the adults in my life and sisters listening to me. This childhood experience in this house built confidence and maturity in my elementary-aged self that has has continued to shape my identity today.
Moving just down the street on my map from my house was my elementary school that I attended for a few years before I moved schools from the suburb into the city. My new school was significantly smaller in size which was a transition from the big elementary school I went to before. My new school was located on the Mississippi River Boulevard, so I grew up going on field trips and doing science projects all about the Mississippi river. Since I could look at it right from my classroom window, it was important to learn about the geographic places right in one’s own backyard. It is interesting now in Wisconsin to hear when people from across the country who have never seen the Mississippi River, and it has made me come to appreciate my home state more and see more of the unique things in the city than just the fact that it still snows in April. Before living outside Minnesota, I just didn’t appreciate the unique factors in this region of the map or even appreciate the city of Minneapolis like I do now that I’m away.
Moving from the location my school into downtown Minneapolis is where my favorite soccer field is located. This particular soccer field I’ve seen in every kind of weather: snowing, raining, or hot, accurately representing the variety of Minnesota weather. It also has a beautiful view of the Minneapolis skyline but most importantly, I’ve learned some important life lessons on this soccer field. My soccer experience taught me lessons that came from coach, who was diagnosed with ALS when I was thirteen but continued to coach my team through high school. Before he was sick, his favorite line was to “Get back up” whether that meant you got physically pushed down or you had a bad game to bounce back to playing well. Game after game on this beautiful and favorite field of mine I learned what it looked like to “Get back up” in the context of being off the soccer field by watching my coach show his toughness by getting up every morning even though his body was deteriorating and failing him. By my senior year of high school, he would have his motorized chair wheeling across the field all while yelling with his slurred speech at the ref, yet he still continued to coach. This soccer field provides memories of the lessons my team learning from my coach on what it meant and what it looked like to be tough, both on and off the soccer field.