Narrative Essay About Freedom

The one thing that I miss most about my childhood is the freedom. Although it 's not like I was able to roam free after school like my other friends did when I was young, but I found freedom in my own ways.

My mother, a housewife back then, had time to discipline me into coming back home on time and made sure I did my work.

As a result of my wild ways back in school, I crawled into every loophole I could find in her rules, and occasionally managed to sneak in a few hours of play time after school without her knowledge.

Those stolen hours of pure leisure and enjoyment were spent in the company of my clique at various locations near my school and neighbourhood. Whether it was a small playground, a deserted corner near my house, or a hilly area adjacent my school, it did not matter.

However strange as it sounds, we always managed to

Suicide is the third-leading cause of death for young people aged 15 to 24. Approximately 20 percent of teens experience depression before they reach adulthood.

Alarming.

The prevalence of lack of self esteem in the young paves a more convenient road to depression. This is what I 've gathered after reading numerous poignant stories online about how people slipped into depression, and how they escaped its evil clutches.

I am desperately trying not to go down this path, so I 've been trying to let in as many positive influences in my life recently. I have done many things: finding soul-filling music, learning new things, having good role models, trying to become a morally better person and et cetera.

Through things like this, I am hoping to regain a fraction of the freedom I 've lost over the years.

The key to becoming mentally free is to be in harmony with ourselves despite external influences outside our control.

One day, I will be just that.

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