There are lots of things that make me laugh, like dark humor, the general American population, and misery (because the best of us can find happiness in misery). Statements like that of the title of this essay (I don't care about the 4th wall) are no exception to that list. “Why is it funny,” you might ask. Well because I have a lot of experience that tells me that that saying does not have any truth except in common coincidences. But that doesn't mean you always fail no matter what after your third try. I believe you don't fail until you give up.

So one of my experiences I can recall of is of little Carson who was 10 years old at that time. Now, little Carson loved his video games; he'd try to get a new game all the time for his Dsi or his PS2 or whatever he could get his hands on. All of his time went into playing or saving up for video games. It was definitely a rare occurrence for there to be money in his piggy bank. However there was one game in particular that he liked more than the rest, Super Smash Bros Brawl. Well, he had a little brother who looked up to him and he really thought his older brother was SUCH a cool guy. What he really wanted was to be good at the games Little Carson was. So he got to play with his brother and he got, well, obliterated. But

he still played and eventually got better after months of hard work. So with hard work he beat his older brother every once in a while.

This memory may blow your mind or what not or even break the 4th wall (because again, I don't care). It dates back to November 11th , 2015, when I was doing a pre-writing for, guess what, this essay! Yeah, I didn't really expect to have used this material for my essay either. It was assigned by Mr. Leafy(not his real name). It was the cause for a whole entire chain of assignments, a boatload of homework, and the words on this page. I'll spare you the details, and I'll just tell you I came up with a philosophy—like he told us to--and with 3 memories that support that philosophy. The catch is I have a terrible memory and can't remember trivial stuff like that, so what the heck was I supposed to do? "What if you just make up memories and exaggerate them to make them seem important to you?" So that's what I did, and I didn't give up during the hours that I spent boring myself to no end.

Finally this memory comes from slightly older than memory 1 Carson and slightly younger than memory 2 Carson. Little Carson started riding around his bike when he was 12. He loved it, and the best part was, that he could go anywhere he wanted. One day he mapped out a route that optimized travel time to most destinations. The catch was there was a huge hill he had to go up. This was probably the 2nd biggest hill in the world, the 1st being Mt. Everest. He didn't care though because all his life he hasn't really cared much he tried to ride up it without stopping at least 201 times. On the 202 try he was determined, he had a spark gleam from his eye and he was ready to go. He pedaled left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot gaining more, and more, and even more speed. So much speed yet not even close to the top. He felt his legs burning from the intensity yet he had to keep going; he cranked the gear setting up to a solid 7. Just one more pedal! He screamed, “YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!!!!!” for dramatic purposes(while simultaneously getting strange looks from people) and reached that apex at the top. He collapsed from exhaustion and laughed.

So, why did little Carson not give up during those tough times? It's because he did what he did best. He simply just didn't care and did things his way which was to keep trying and if you don't succeed then repeat. He didn't care if someone told him it was impossible or if he couldn't do it. That's what makes little Carson so great and I think a lot of people could learn from him. You know the new saying, “202nd times the charm”.