Meanings

Meanings

Some one once said, "A Picture is worth a thousand words." That saying is actually true even if it's not a picture. There are so many items that mean different things to different people. There are three important items to me in my life that are extremely symbolic. Those items are my keychain of keychains, my two corsages, and my moccasins. Each item has contributed to the puzzle that is my life.

I was the driver, the one who drove everyone anywhere, until my crash. Well, actually, it was crashes that did it in for me. How many crashes? Five to be exact. My freedom was gone. The D.O.T. took my license and still has yet to return it. It's almost been two years now and I still am waiting for my freedom back. The only things that remain from my glory days on the open road are my license plates, bumper, and collection of keychains I had gathered to be-friend my car keys so that they were never alone. The collection contains every color under the sun and most keychains have a joke that I'd sometimes read to brighten my day and lift my spirits. I rarely look at my collection anymore. Each keychain, individually connected to another, almost stands for links that show where I was or how I was feeling during my almost six months of freedom. The collection shows a very important time in my life when I had almost made it to adult hood.

Wandering further down the road of life I find something recently new that has come to mean a lot to me. The new item is not just one, but two things that have the same meaning to me. They are the two corsages that are from prom '06 and homecoming '06-'07. They mean so much to me because they are from the two dances I have attended with my boyfriend, Nick. Nick and I have been dating for a year and it is the most serious relationship I have been in. For me, just being a high school senior, it is love and the two corsages symbolize two amazing memories I've shared with him. Both flowers are dead and dried, but both still are so beautiful to me. The one from prom is gorgeously wrapped in yellow ribbon and white lace. The yellow ribbon was a perfect match to the prom dress I wore. That prom night went perfectly. My homecoming corsage was wrapped in red ribbon and pearls. The red ribbon was a much different color then the red dress I wore to homecoming. Interestingly enough, Nick and I got into an argument that night. Even though it has been a bumpy ride I'd never give up my memories of Nick but, there is something that has topped all other possessions.

Before I talk about the last one I need to take a few steps back. This was a time before Waukee; it was sophomore year at Dowling. As a sophomore I had grown accustom to the dress code and,