Essay 1
Micah Kebschull
Essay 1
A Struggle to Step
It isn’t always as easy as it seems to be a pastor’s child. One should expect to move every now and then whether it’s hard or not. There have been two major and hard moves in my life. What may sound strange is I had more of a struggle moving the second time around.
The first time I moved was difficult but was pressure-free. I lived in a small town called
Dallas, Wisconsin and my parents made plans to move toRiver
Falls. This move was difficult for me because I moved away from my friend Heather. We would do everything together including playing in the mud and running around naked. We were meant for each other. Fortunately we are still friends today. Five years, after moving to
River
Falls, the second move occurred. I was not ready to move. At this point, my three best friends turned against me. I felt like a huge outcast and I had no friends. Most the time I sat by myself during lunch time and help the janitors instead of playing outside for recess. No one would think that, after all the torture, I would want to stay there; but, there were small activities I enjoyed doing very much in
River
Falls. I would always find somewhere to go or something to do. I would bike all over the town and admire its beauty. There was also a boy named Levi, whom I called “My First True Crush”. He made things a lot easier for me. He was always kind and would walk home with me after school every day. When I broke my ankle, one of my ex-friends glared at me. Levi, on the other hand, sat down and talked to me. I am glad to say that he is also one of those friends I held on to.
One day, when I was thirteen, my dad had popped the big question. “What do you think about moving to
Superior?” I just shrugged my shoulders and muttered, “I don’t know.” In all truth, I really didn’t want to move. For a couple of weeks he would keep repeating the same question over and over and yet, he still got the same answer from me. Normally, I can never say no; but, by saying “I don’t know”, gave me the hope that he maybe, just maybe, would get a hint that I didn’t want to move.
Later on, my sister and I were sitting in my Dad’s car, waiting for him to come back out from his church. Before he had left, he popped the same question, only to get the same reply. Then my sister told me, “The only reason why we aren’t moving, is because of you! Dad is stressed out enough with this job and the move will be good for him.” I had never felt so horrible in my life. I knew he spent most his time at the church and that he dealt with a lot of things. Most of the time, I feel a need to make everyone else happy. I didn’t even realize that I was holding my family back from moving; especially since I didn’t have a say the first time around. I expected that they would do it, even if I didn’t want to.
When my sister said this, I felt so selfish and guilty for not making the choice to move. My dad came back into the car and I eventually told him, “Yes Dad! I suppose it is okay that we move.” I don’t really remember what his reaction was, but I would imagine him being relieved. I imagine this since he worked so much and he was always making sure that my family and I were happy before he was.
“Yes!” is such a simple word I still find it hard to understand why I struggled. The move, overall, I could consider to be one of the best things that happened to me. What I failed to mention was that, shortly before I moved to
Superior, I started to become friends with people who, I know, could have influenced to be a criminal. Shortly after I decided to agree to move, we moved; and right away, I began to make many friends who stayed out of trouble. Through this experience, I became more confident and I have met many different types of people from all around.