Here are some stories from the life of the one and only, Kelsey Simpson. I wrote this as a way to write down some memories, and I thought that doing it based on the movie Inside Out would be a fun way to go about it.
Fear
Once upon a time, I decided that I wanted to dress up as a
mailbox for Halloween. It was brilliant. My mother painted a big box blue, and
put the USPS logo on it. When I was inside the box, I couldn’t bend my arms.
They just stuck straight out the sides. My mom sent me and my sisters around
the block trick-or-treating before we hit up the rest of the town. When we came
back from visiting all of our neighbors, my mom was waiting for us hidden by
the garage door. As we walked up to the front door, she started banging on the
garage door and screaming frantically. It scared the poop out of my sisters and
they ran inside. But unfortunately for me, the door slammed shut behind them. And
because my arms were sticking out the sides of the box, I couldn’t open the
door. So I was screaming bloody murder, bawling like a baby, and running
repeatedly into the screen door because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. It
was traumatizing, but oh so funny to laugh about now. We all agreed that if we
had gotten it on video, it would’ve been worth $10,000 on America’s Funniest
Home Video.
Disgust
One time, my sisters had a bright idea to play Truth or
Dare. That’s never a good idea. When it was my turn, they dared me to hold
Emily’s hand for ten minutes. This was a big deal to me, because I really hated
holding hands with people. But I did it. And the entire time, Emily was
stroking my thumb with hers, really making me squirm. I give this experience
full responsibility for my adolescent fear of physical touch.
Anger
When I was growing up, the punishment in my family for
misbehaving was getting pepper put on our tongue. I remember one time in
particular that I got pepper put on my tongue. I was so angry about it, that
when my mom told me to go rinse my mouth out, I refused. I decided that I was
going to wait in the bathroom and let the pepper sit there. I was sure that I
was teaching my mother a lesson. Although now I look back and laugh at how
incredibly irrational I was.
Sadness
When I was five years old my Grandpa Simpson died. I don’t
remember too much about my grandpa. But I still remember when my mom told me he
had died. It was early on a Sunday morning. Cortney and I shared the bedroom
across the hall from my parents’ room. We slept in the light colored bunk beds
that were actually separated at the time. I was sleeping in the top bunk next
to the closet. My mom came in and sat down on my bed, and told us that Grandpa
had died the night before. He had died with my aunts and uncles gathered around
him to give him a blessing. I don’t know why, but I have always distinctly remembered
getting that news.
Joy
I’ve tried so hard to pinpoint one good story that
illustrates the emotion of Joy. I couldn’t pick just one. I feel like my life
is filled with joy, every minute of every day. Even when I experience those
other emotions, the Joy is always present in the background. Lately a very dear
friend of mine has kept telling me how much they love how happy I am. Their
theory is that my endless joy comes from the faith that I have in Heavenly
Father and His plan of happiness for his children. I absolutely agree with that
theory. I was told once in a blessing that throughout my life I will demonstrate
that there is never reason to fear. I find so much joy in living the gospel of
Jesus Christ. I find joy in doing the things necessary to maintain a close
relationship with him. I find joy in being around loved ones. I find joy in
helping those loved ones; whether it is with yard work, or emotional/spiritual
support. I find joy every day of my life.
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