Nonfiction Writing Blog

I would not consider any of my parents as a helicopter parent which according to Google is “a parent who takes an overprotective or excessive interest in the life of their child or children”. In fact, they are the opposite. Mostly, I am free to do whatever I want besides maybe a few chores here and there, but this has not always been the case.      When I was in grade school there was one rule that I had to follow which was to not play video games during the weekdays. Looking back I know this was for the best, but at the time this rule felt so cruel, but so fair. I have always been a mobile gamer from daycare when I first discovered Angry Birds to now while playing Pokemon TCG Pocket. There was one thing I remember I could not have. The bane of mobile gamers, also known as daily rewards.  You might be thinking what's so good about daily rewards? Well, a lot of the games I played had daily rewards which were rewards that could be collected every day. They were small b...

One object that could tell the story of my life is my green blanket. Although I am not exactly sure when I got it, I remember having it as a baby. I would say my green blanket tells a story of my memories because of how long I have had it, and it is one of my most prized possessions. Maybe not so much as when I was little, needing it to fall asleep, but because of the stories that came with it.  What set apart my green blanket from any other blanket was the texture. In my entire life, I have not found one blanket that can mimic the texture of my green blanket. The blanket is made up of strings about the same size as yarn, but way less fuzzy. The blanket was woven together with the strings to the thickness of one of the strings so it is pretty thin. When pulled the blanket creates some elasticity as the woven strings loosen up. The strings are also woven together like a bunch of waves and you can individually feel the strings as they work together to form the entire blanket.  A...