Personal Essay Writing Exercise
His eyes, pools of ocean blue, reflected precisely through crystal clear framed glasses, square, large in size. As, his eyes weren’t as sharp as a childs, though that wasn’t necessary in his mind. Ken, my dad, gave a good name to those glasses, a memorable name. He put his eyes to admirable use; he used them to bring the world to life, in his own way. He saw life as an adventure, an experience, as he lived his precious gift of life on the “edgy “ side. In all, his life was an escapade that unexpectedly ended suddenly, a shock to all.
Though, his life was celebrated in the crisp, fresh open air of the mountains, surrounded by trees gently dusted by the night’s snowfall, doing what he loved to do. A mountaineer was only one aspect of his journey through his own adventurous life. Adventure he craved through every pore in his body, this was his passion, his love, his life, his element.