When I was a little girl my family was extremely poor. All our appliances were outdated by about two decades, we never had the latest toys, and my mother remembers wishing she could afford sour cream at the grocery store. In spite of our meager circumstances, and bleak outlook, my parents created a world of love, and creativity for my sisters and I. Because of the lifestyle they facilitated, I can’t imagine having a happier childhood.
My favorite childhood toy was the giant refrigerator boxes that my dad would bring home on occasion. Suddenly we were no longer little girls in the living room; on the contrary, with a bit of paint, and dad’s leadership, we were astronauts in a rocket heading for the moon. My parents taught us that there were no limits and that you create the happiness you experience.
I still like to look at life as if it is a giant, brown, refrigerator box, full of endless possibilities. (Just a little cheesy I know) but really, I know that it was through experiences such as these that I gained the ability to think outside the box. My humble upbringing forced my mind to constantly create. Without that, I don’t think I would have ever discovered my love for my interesting style of violin playing.
The trials that my family faced taught me not only how to use innovation to make life colorful, but I learned what really brings happiness. Just like a rough pointy rock that is rolling down a bumpy hill, our rough roads refine and polish us into smooth balanced people. It was always a struggle for my parents to provide lessons for me. They taught me not only to chase my dreams, but to make life what i want it to be.