Nature vs. Nature

Men and women are very different, beginning with how they look like and how they act. I think we're different because that's the way how the world must work, you know what I'm talking about: girls and boys get together to reproduce themselves and in that way can continue the life cycle. But really what I want to talk about is the personality and the way to think of them, why we act different? why we think different?

There are a few things that I think make us be in this certain way, for example: the society is something that affect in our lives strongly, and in the society there are stereotypes which says what is the correct way to be a woman or a man. The woman supposed to be delicate, affectionate, feminine, sentimental, sensitive, etc, and men supposed to be brave, hard-worker, joker, strong, athletic, competitive, etc. But as I said, there are just stereotypes, beliefs that could or couldn't be truth. Because in the world you can see a lot of athletic women, or affectionate men, and this isn't what the stereotype says.

Also the way to act is developed at home. It depends too much how your parents teach you how you should be, in every home it's different. But particulary the personality is something you get while you are growing both physical and psychological, and can be a lot of stereotypes but everyone develops a different way to think, to act or to be

Hideous clown

I can remember my worst frightening experience as if it were yesterday. I know I was very young and now it isn’t scary as It really was, but for me it’s something that made a mark on my life, because thanks to that I really hate circus, well not really It’s about circus.. It’s about the scarier thing in this place THE CLOWNS

Since I was little I loved going to the circus. I enjoyed watching the performances, the wonderful actors and actresses, watching the incredible maneuvers that made the animals, etc. But every time that the monsters (the clown) appear I closed my eyes because I was afraid to him. This pale face, this horrible red nose, this frightening big mouse, this hideous colorful hair, and the thing that I most hate, the fake humor that’s he thinks make me laugh. In conclusion: I HATE ALL ABOUT CLOWNS.

Well, finishing talking about my hate to the clowns, I’m going to tell you my scary experience. One day my parents decide to go on vacation them alone. And it suppose to be my grandma would take care of me, but for any reason she couldn’t and my mom take me to one of her friend’s house because she offered herself to do it.

When I arrived to the house, my mom and I entered and she was telling to Marcela (my mom’s friend) what she had to do and this things. My mom left and I stayed here. She told me I could go to the room where I am going to sleep, and she explained me where it is, I remember she told me "walk through the corridor and in the end make a left, here is the room and the bathroom if you need it". I said thank you and I was in front of the dark corridor, I used to be afraid of the dark in this time. So I took a deep breath and I started walking. In the corridor's wall had millions and millions of clown pictures, you can imagine how I was looking at this hideous pictures, I just wanted to die only thinking I had to sleep in there.

Finally I arrived to the room and I locked the door. I was very scared. Forty minutes after Marcela knocked the door and asked me if everything was alright. And also told me If I can open the door, she wanted to tell me something because she was leaving to work. When I opened the door my surprise she was wearing a clown costume.

I just can remember I woke up and my mom and my dad were there. She has to call my mom because I fainted and she didn't know why, my mom obviously does. It was because saw this clown made me felt so scared and before it I alright was. So this end was enough to fall in the floor. It was really horrible and frightening. I don't want to see a clown again.