Izabel leachFebruary 22, 2020The Fountain Essay ContestDuring my senior year of high school, I’ve taken a significant amount of time to reflect on the past seventeen years of my life. I remember when I was younger, I loved creating my ownstories. I wrote one about a pirate that wanted to sail the ocean but, unfortunately, with no boat. I've felt like that very pirate. A pirate needs their crew members to guide the vessel through rough waters. How could anyone sail every ocean with no vessel to guide them there? At times, Ifeel as though I have no vessel or crew members but I have a map. As a child, I needed my parents, my vessel. They are the ones meant to guide me through every ocean no matter how strong the waves become. Together it is easier to conquer such waves, and at the end, the waters calm down and you can see the horizon again. I only wish that one day I can appreciate that horizon with my crew members and vessel by my side. My mother was never exactly in the picture since I was seven years old. Even before that,my memory of her is tainted. My mother, unfortunately, suffered from alcoholism and drug abuse her entire life. I would see my mother every now and then growing up when she wasn't in prison. I remember every other valentines day or birthday, she’d always send me roses and her beautiful drawings she’d draw on her time away. I lived alone with my father up until I was five years old, when he found a woman who is now today my former stepmother.