Who am I? Is anybody ever really sure of why they make the choices they make and why they are the way they are?
Kind of an odd question once you think about it isn’t it? I suppose some may construe is as who we hang out with in
school. Who are the people accompanying us as we make the choices we make? Well
when it comes to me, Ashlee Rose at age fifteen, I don’t know. If I did, I’d tell you… I’d pour it
out to you as if my feelings were in a pitcher.
I do what I want. I am
free… but I have limitations. I know when to stop having fun and get serious. I understand that not everyone has the
same beliefs as I do. Maybe you hate me as does many others. But also think of the ones who don’t. Think of the people
who have gotten to know me… the real me and learned to accept me. Think about them.
I am a dancer. My life
revolves around it. It’s a passion that’s taken over me only to lead me to my future. Dance for me, is a way to
express yourself without ever worrying about if you’re saying the right thing. You don’t need to say anything
at all. That’s why I love it so much.
As you may have noticed…
I am a writer. I write whatever comes to mind. There are not limitations when one is writing. You let your mind take you where
it wasn’t and all of a sudden, words are pouring out of it like a fountain on a cool summer day. My writing takes me to places only dreamed of in a young child’s mind. It’s my passion. So
now what do you think of me? Am I a crazy teenager rambling on paper as if there is no end? Or do you admire me? I am a dancer
who dances like no one is watching. I am a writer that throws all my feelings onto paper only to be read by the understanding.
I am Ashlee Rose, fifteen years old. That’s who I am.