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  Disclaimer: This essay may have some slightly heavy themes. This essay is also a product of the fact that none of the prompts gave me much worth reflecting about. I understand that this essay needs serious revision, but I will not be looking at feedback for this essay as I want to revise the other one I wrote. Who is your family?  The family I live with consists of 4 people including myself. My sister is the youngest child, but my parents say she is more mature than I am. She rarely takes things seriously, but I appreciate that aspect of her because she tends to lighten the mood whenever she is present. My father was born in a small village in Alaska and studied Computer Science at Fairbanks, which is where he met my mother. My father is levelheaded and not very emotional - I don’t think I have ever seen him cry, which is unlike my mother who I have seen cry many times. When my mother cries, it’s usually because she’s worried about my future - when I make a mishap I have mad...

  When I was around 11 years old, my Mother and I came up with a game we called “Chronological”. It was a very simple game (that has probably been come up with by many other people in the past), in which one person would draw a panel of a comic, give the paper to the next person, and the next person would draw the next panel. Since my family had 4 people, we would repeat this until either the 4th or 8th panel (usually the 8th) depending on how long we wanted to play for. These comics would often be incoherent, but we loved to make them. Making these comics led to the creation of many characters and inside jokes that me and my family still make reference to today. At one point, probably when I was 15, me and my family switched from making short comics to long books. In this new format, the game would continue through multiple days, each person could draw as many panels as they wanted, and the comic would stop only when the story felt like it was over. We have made 6 books so far and...