With a cup of hot chocolate in hand, I stepped onto the roof outside my window. It was a chilly post-rain morning and I didn't have a clue why I was up there. When I reached the top, I reflected on my memories. I envisioned this nine-year-old child prancing and playing on the rooftop, following the paths of his imaginative, innocent mind which perhaps only a nine-year-old could fathom: having a little fairy who grants …showed first 75 words of 550 total…

…showed last 75 words of 550 total…young adult that I am today took 17 years of hard work and self-discipline. I believe that Morehouse could offer me the opportunity to grow more into this newfound manhood without unnecessary distraction. Eight years later and that nine-year-old is still following the paths of his imaginative mind, only this time he seeks to become a more well rounded individual rather than a prince, and he plans to create his own destiny rather than ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**