In 2006, Miley Cyrus didn’t care that the Malibu {cultural allusion} she would sing about years later was being swept with fires; she was busy getting ready for her Best of Both Worlds tour {cultural allusion}. Mark Zuckerberg {cultural allusion} was definitely too busy turning down a $1 billion deal with Yahoo to listen to Shakira’s new “Hips Don’t Lie.” {cultural allusion}. And somewhere, some guy named Harry was finally about to defeat Voldemort {literary allusion}, and probably didn’t know that Pluto wasn’t a planet anymore {cultural allusion}.
Of course, I was too busy with other, much more important things to know or care about any of that. At the age of four, sitting on the chilly tile floor of my preschool classroom on a windy and overcast September day, I was absolutely certain of only a few things: first, my brother existed only to antagonize me. Second, my mom was wrong when she said I would learn to like my vegetables. And third, the gold earring sitting over there on the floor belonged to me. Or was about to. Sure, every little girl likes sparkly things. But for me, it went beyond that. I was obsessed. I picked up buttons that had been stamped into the dirt and collected beads that had rolled to the floor and even pocketed bent paper clips to bend …show more content…
If they had seen it fall, most people would have just seen a tiny, smoothly unadorned, button-style stud. But not me! That earring was a tiny drop of nectar {mythological allusion}, a slice of the heavens {metaphor}, so bright and shiny I thought I might go blind. It was all I could focus on. All morning, I had watched it become looser and looser in her ear, and now it had finally popped out, laying on the floor in the back of the classroom. Of course I knew my teacher must have liked her earring. But I would like it better! So, clearly, it was
Of course, I was too busy with other, much more important things to know or care about any of that. At the age of four, sitting on the chilly tile floor of my preschool classroom on a windy and overcast September day, I was absolutely certain of only a few things: first, my brother existed only to antagonize me. Second, my mom was wrong when she said I would learn to like my vegetables. And third, the gold earring sitting over there on the floor belonged to me. Or was about to. Sure, every little girl likes sparkly things. But for me, it went beyond that. I was obsessed. I picked up buttons that had been stamped into the dirt and collected beads that had rolled to the floor and even pocketed bent paper clips to bend …show more content…
If they had seen it fall, most people would have just seen a tiny, smoothly unadorned, button-style stud. But not me! That earring was a tiny drop of nectar {mythological allusion}, a slice of the heavens {metaphor}, so bright and shiny I thought I might go blind. It was all I could focus on. All morning, I had watched it become looser and looser in her ear, and now it had finally popped out, laying on the floor in the back of the classroom. Of course I knew my teacher must have liked her earring. But I would like it better! So, clearly, it was