Going back to the assignment we started in class:
I've been to a lot of places, yet I have so much more to see. I've had some special moments in various places rather it be the beaches on the Outer Banks, or the mountains of WV. I don't care much for my room though; I actually spend more money "decorating" my garage then I ever do my room. In fact, my garage houses one of my most sacred possessions, my 79' Malibu, along with all of my tools, and various tin signs of past memorabilia. It's also quite a mess though, with old car parts laying around, spare wiring and electrical components, etc.
Craft played a significant role in my life. As stated, it was a time of personal growth. It was my first dose of the real world and I learned a lot. However, it was a dump, and even though I spent a lot of my time fixing the place up, it's still awful. I don't care to ever work there again, and while I miss the people who worked there, I still get on with life just fine. Most of all though, this dump made me want to go to college. I watched my boss run it into the ground, I saw his son drop out of Community College in the business program, and I witnessed how the other mechanics were miserable there at times. I could of done better then that place (most people worked there because they either had a criminal record, couldn't pass a drug test or in most cases both). It made me want to make sure I would never end up in such a awful place again, so in August I punched that time clock one last time and now here I am.
Yeah, there are many other places I rather be, but if one "place" had a affect on me more then any other, it's got be that shop sitting down towards the bad section of town. Been there, done that, and I don't care to go back.
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