Although nature has always been a cheerful and energizing experience in the past, it has also been a potentially terrifying experience as well.  I used to be worried about natural disasters ever since my elementary school was forced to experience a tornado back in second grade.  I could never get a certain question out of my head:  “will there be another one?”  This thought lingered in my head for a couple years.

Later in middle school, one of my teachers taught us about global warming and the greenhouse effect.  We learned about the basics of how it is caused and its general effects.  After learning about the dangers our planet was facing, I was extremely scared.  I imagined glaciers speedily melting as beeches got flooded.  These images constantly terrified me as I thought of my house being submerged in water.  I imagined my home becoming unbearably hot as heat got trapped inside our atmosphere.

A few years ago, I really wanted to help protect nature.  I knew I had limited power but I wanted to do everything in my power to prevent the horrible effects that I had heard about in school.  I was worried every time I was in a car because I thought every car ride accelerated global warming.

I was super paranoid about global warming.  Every time I saw smoke, I became nervous.  Eventually, I stopped caring as much however.  Now, even though I know about the dangers that plague the earth, I feel that I have other, more immediate, things to worry about.  I recognize that it is and issue, but it will only impact us years from now.

I used to have a desire to preserve nature, but it has mostly faded away.  Currently, I am nowhere close to as aware or caring sas I was in elementary and middle school.  When I got to high school, I had to worry about myself and my grades more than something that would seriously affect us decades from now.  I am still worried about what can happen but I know I cannot really do anything to change the outcome.