My Fourteenth Birthday
Today was my fourteenth birthday. In the foreword of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, Anna Quindlen writes, "In its nearly five hundred pages, nothing much happens." She then goes on to describe why A Tree Grows in Brooklyn has become a classic. She writes that this beloved novel narrates "how life flows like a stream of a river from birth to death and marriage to bigamy." In my allusion to Betty Smith's most renowned novel, I endeavor to show the true meaning of those words and how I have realized the value of them even more on my birthday. The story is a sketch portraying that nothing is meant to happen in our lives and time is eternal. There is no plot to our life stories; only there are characters that come and go walking on the golden road to and fro. My birthday was filled with rapture and joy in its simplicity. I did nothing other than reading and writing, conversing with a few people, and eating cake. Even with parties, the same would have occu...