My Curious George

When I was a baby my mom tried everything. I didn’t like ice cream. I didn’t like anything that had the colors green, yellow or red. I couldn’t stand the sight of my potatoes touching my chicken. I was probably one of the pickiest babies on Earth. My mom would come home every night after working 12 hours at the hospital and cook dinner. When the food was ready, she would sit me down for hours to get me to eat at least one bite of whatever she had prepared that night. It was impossible. Apparently, I wasn’t a fan of experimenting new things, especially ones that were on my plate. Normally, babies put everything into their mouths even things that shouldn’t be eaten like lego pieces or small plastic toy cars. Clearly, I wasn’t one of those babies.

I remember watching the TV series Curious George when I was six, and it was funny how George would get into so many problems because he HAD to explore everything new that entered his sight. Towards the end of every show there was always a life lesson he would learn from constantly being so snoopy: whether it was that you have to be respectful or that you shouldn’t be afraid to take a risk, he would have never learned these lessons without his inquisitive personality. Every episode was different, but what they all had in common was excitement; all of the exploring George did was always very thrilling for me to watch.

As I grew older I eventually started trying more fruits and vegetables because eating the same three things over and over again was getting pretty dull and uninteresting. This led me to experiment more with dishes; in many ways it was the first time I felt compelled to explore the unknown. This exploration when I was young had many positive outcomes, one of them being that I learned how to eat more than three things a day and the other being that I discovered the feeling of being curious.

I believe that we all have a George within us and whether he comes out later than sooner, he changes you. Take myself as an example: it took me a long time to find my George, but eventually he did appear. In a way, George was my boredom. He was trying to tell me that it was time for something new and I decided to listen to him. Why did I listen to him? I don’t really know, but what I do know is that once I listened to him I instantly changed. After trying new food I decided to open myself up to trying out other new things in my life like new interests such as horseback riding. My first horseback riding lesson was on my seventh birthday and ever since then, I haven’t gotten off my horse.

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