Personal Narrative: The Lorax

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As a kid I always have loved to write; from short stories about mythical beasts and strange lands, to research papers about my favorite animal. My love for reading and writing came from my Dad, who has so many books we have a library room in the house. From the earliest I can remember, my Dad read to me every night, and it all started with Goodnight Moon by Margret Brown. In the story, the character says “Goodnight..” to everything was introduced earlier, and when I was little, I would walk around and say goodbye to everything I came in contact with, “Goodbye milk at Safeway”, “Goodbye tree”. Certain stories that I read or have been read to me, have stuck with me and have affected twenty years of decision making and have helped tune my moral…show more content…
Seuss. My family has always been environmentally conscious and the line, "I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. "What's that THING you've made from my Truffula tuft?"(Seuss). The Lorax is seething that someone came and chopped down his precious trees. The man wanted to make a quick dollar and destroy the environment along with it, all to make a Thneed (multipurpose piece of clothing). The Lorax begged the man to please leave his trees along, but money speaks to the heart of some and soon they were chopping down this precious resource left and right. Then the Lorax comes back and says the Brown barr-bar-loots who eat the fruit of the Truffula tuft are starving because there are not enough trees left. And the pollution was so bad that the birds cold not sing and had to flee to somewhere less polluted. In the end, the land was turned into a toxic wasteland and all the trees were chopped down, except one single Truffula seed was saved. The Lorax, Keeper of the Trees, disappeared into the smog with defeat, and his only hope to return is if that one seed can save the…show more content…
I was raised by a single Dad, and most of my family lives out of the state, so my immediate family was especially important to me growing up. Having a support system as you grow and change is critical for the development of self and mine was and forever will be invaluable to me. This story expresses the love that family feels for one another in a beautiful way and is pertinent to my own experience. Along with my younger brother, I have two older ones who were my best friends as I was growing up (at least on my end!). My brother Bailey would read this to me and we would re-enact certain scenes of the story, such as when the Little Nutbrown Hare jumps as high as he can to show how much he loves Big Nutbrown Hare, who then reciprocates by jumping much higher. Bailey and I would go on the trampoline and I would jump as high as I possibly could and would say, “This is how much I love you”, and Bailey, of course would jump much higher and say the same. We would then burst into laughter and fall on the trampoline. Having memories such as these that are based on a wonderful book are incredibly special to me because as we have all gotten older, brothers have moved away, gotten married and started their own lives, so it is hard to see each other as often as we would
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