When I was little, I thought the world was perfect. I thought my life was free from evil, disease and conflict. However, as I grew older, I realized that after my innocence was gone, I was subjected to all the horrors of the world. The first time I encountered the evil of the world was when I was very little. I was five years old; with all the innocence a five year old could have. I was wearing a cute pink shirt and my hair was in a ponytail. I was carefree and constantly happy. But the mood has changed. My cat, named Ichabod, started acting a little strange. We took him to the vet, hoping it was just a minor problem. The vet said that Ichabod, the cat I had loved so much, had both diabetes and cancer. Being only five years old, the only information I understood was that Ichabod was very ill. I was afraid because I loved him and I was afraid he would die. I remember how much my mother hated giving him medicine because Ichabod didn't like it. I wish he would have just taken the medicine because I thought it would make him better. A few days later, my neighbors came over for dinner and play. We were all happy and having fun. After the party was over, my mother told me that Ichabod was dead. Apparently Jody, who was a former veterinarian, went to see our cats during the party. My mother said Jody found Ichabod on the floor coughing up blood. Shortly afterwards he died. They put him in his cat bed and asked my brother and I if we wanted to say goodbye. I cried. I cried for a long time and thought I would never have a cat as awesome as him again. However, time has passed and although Ichabod is still in my heart, I now understand that his death was just a grain of sand on the beaches full of sorrow...... middle of paper .... .. my grandmother in the hospital. However, my mother had to drive the car to the hospital to meet him there. The problem was that my father had the keys to the car. He handed over my mother's keys as quickly as he could, so she could drive to the hospital. We were all worried and afraid of what was going to happen. After that, I tried to enjoy the museum, but I couldn't, knowing that my grandmother was in the hospital. Luckily, we received a call that my grandmother had passed out from dehydration and would be fine. We were all very relieved and went home to give him some rest. I was extremely happy that I had not lost another person who was so close to my heart. These experiences helped me grow as a person. I discovered that life is not always perfect. Ultimately, I learned that life can be hard and that appreciating what we have is the key to being happy..