True Love Is Blind
Introduction
My name's Rose.
I live in Blake Island, Seattle, Washington. It is a very small island and there are only about five houses on it altogether and we all know each other around here. I have lived here in the middle of a forest all of my life, in this same house. I have my friend Beth who lives near me and
I have a beautiful golden retriever dog, which I bring around with me everywhere; I've had her for 8 years now, since I was 10.
She's my beautiful guide dog. I've been blind since I was born; I've never seen anything before. Of course, unlike you may think I don't really mind it, I just can't imagine being able to see light. I live here in my head, feeling and toughing, hearing and imagining. I can't really picture anything in my head, because unlike people who have lost their sight I don't know what people look like.
I imagine what my mum and Belle, my guide dog look like everyday. I imagine humans as being beautiful, each person in their own individual way, even the people who make remarks about me being blind when they think I can't hear- apparently my other senses are a lot more sensitive than an average human. It's always nice to know I'm better at something than someone else.
I play the piano to; it's a great vent because I can feel the keys with my fingers. I have never been taught, probably because it would have been too hard, but I like to just let my hands flow and see what music pleases my ears. I never write it down, that would be almost impossible but I always remember it next time I go to play.
My mum tells me I'm good at art, though you may think how I could draw without sight: I use rulers and stencils and I let my creativity flow. It probably looks terrible but my mum still hangs it up on the wall.
My mum tells me about all the colours in the world, the green grass, the blue sky, I dream about it a lot. It seems like such a beautiful place, she tells me about all the animals and describes their features.
She reads aloud to me sometimes, I enjoy it because books are usually very descriptive. I used to watch TV but I really don't like it because I can't see what's going on and I always have to ask my family what the hells going on because I got lost.
I visited La Push for the Quileute days from July 17th – 19th for their tribal celebration.
La Push is amazing, it smells of wood and honey, and their legends are so interesting, I wanted to record them and read them over not that I could have done that. So, I just listened inventively and memorised it, like I do with most enjoyable stories and then I go back over them in my head.
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