I remember the first time I saw a water lily, and how intrigued I was by the uniqueness of the flower. I used to look forward to the visit at my grandparents Lake House just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful water lilies. The relaxing and calm setting the flower brought to the lake compensated for the moldy, and fusty stenge of the green lake water, which took a while to acclimate to. The sight of the flower was just so easing to me.
My curious seven-year-old mind wondered how it was possible for a flower to live, while it was emerged in water. Back then, I used to think that any item that was emerged in water for too long was doomed to drown. This thought was backed up by my taunting fear of swimming- which I did not get over until my sophomore
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The flower was formed of pure white petals that were roundish yet had somewhat of a triangular shape to their tips. Enclosed by the white petals, in the center of the flower, stemmed out yellow thinner petals, which were as bright as the sun. The tips of the center petals were covered by an oval-shaped section-which I later found out where the reproductive section of the flower, in other words, its seeds.
I had long forgotten the thought of the water lilies, until one day in fourth grade science. We were learning about the type of plants that exist, and that was when I gained more knowledge about them.That day we learned about the reproductive systems of flowers and the existence of scientific names. As it had turned out, the scientific name for water lilies was Nymphaeaceae. I wondered how something so beautiful and intriguing could have such as a horrendous sounding name. I guess I can say that experience taught me to “ never judge a book by its cover."
When I entered high school, I joined art class my sophomore year. There we were asked to sketch drawings of things that inspired us. Of course, my sketches would always be related to flowers. This was not because I was girly, but rather because flowers and nature served as a sign of empowerment and hope for