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#NP - Shark in the Water, VV Brown

When I was little my mom loved to take me into this book store in downtown. She loved taking me to bookstores, she knew how much I loved them. One Saturday morning, after my mom picked up her paycheck, she decided it would be a great idea to hang out at that bookstore, since it was close to her work, so I could read Walk Two Moons. I found a little area to sit at. The book was such a drag. I couldn’t get past the first chapter. It took all my will power to focus, until I saw this lady—old enough to be my big sister—sitting parallel from where I sat. I wondered what she was doing inside this old bookstore on such a beautiful day. Why wasn’t she doing ‘grown up stuff’? Hanging out with her friends at the beach? Having lunch at Seaport Village-at the moment where I wanted to be! I wanted my Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream. Or at the movies? Everyone was always at the movies! She sat on that desk. Deep into her ten-ton, dictionary looking, bright orange book. I thought she looked so cool. She wore brown rimmed glasses with the right and left tips pointing upwards. But, I felt bad for her. She looked like a prisoner. But, as I continued to observe her, she looked like she enjoyed what she was doing! I was inspired by her, and I forcefully continued to read my book. I was about in my third chapter when my mom told me we had to leave. I looked towards the mysterious lady’s way, and she looked at me and smiled. I left thinking what a cool lady! She must be a nerd! But she didn’t look like one! You know, the typically snot running, not so good looking, messy dressed ladies portrayed by t.v. She looked like a normal person. Actually she looked really pretty.

I’ll forever remember that lady. I was reminded of her right now, because I’m in Barnes and Noble trying to finish my two last papers for two classes and I saw a lady that reminded me of the same lady that I saw at the old bookstore in San Diego. I’m almost certain it isn’t her, and I’m sure that lady has aged by now, but my mind somehow meandered towards that memory. Maybe it was my brain telling me that I needed a break, to find my inspiration to keep going once more. The way I continued to read that dreadful book, which I somehow finished. The book’s story is blurry now, but I can still recall how I was able to finish that book. It was all thanks to that lady, who inspired me. I told myself, one day I want to be in a bookstore, immersed in my work and hopefully enjoying it as well. And someday when a little girl looks at me, she will think the same way I thought of that lady.

It’s remarkable how much of our memory we remember and how much observing we do as children. Good luck to everyone on their finals!(:

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