To Be Not Like Others (please correct it)

I tried to write this entry/note for approximately 10 times, but I was not satisfied with the result each time.

 I have realized that its easier for me to write a story about what we do or things that had happened than to attempt to write on a topic of a highly descriptive nature, especially involving abstract concepts.

However , I was able to finish this writing - it can be read below- and I have a cool picture of what this story is about -it can be seen in the bottom of the page- to prove that this story is not a figment of my imagination.

I am sure that everyone can notice, from the picture below, the distinctive flower of a bush that has found root below the rough stones besides an asphalt road.

 The flower , as I see it , symbolises a quest for life.

I went for a walk with my son ,and I was walking in the town centre , with my son in a baby buggy , when we arrived at a pavement with bushes growing along its sides

The bushes were trimmed neatly into rectangular shapes.

 I do not know the names of those plants because of my poor knowledge in botany , especially when it comes to their classifications.

Anyway, I recognised one of them ; it is a plant of the wild rose . And , it  is exactly this plant that has grown out from the rectangular bush that it belongs , towering all other plants.

This rose flower impressed me so much that I even asked my husband to take a picture of it on a later trip there .For me,I see  this flower as a symbol of something , and I shall tell you.

From my comparative perspectives ,I see the carefully trimmed bushes as  ordinary law-abiding citizens, and the wild rose , which rose above all others , the rebel , the odd one in a crowd and the noncomfomist .

It not only survives , it is able to flourish and blossom . It is not of the ordinary - its has an individuality of its own ; for its survival , it does not respect any rules.

I was happy that my husband agreed with my crazy idea to return to the place where the plant is located to have it photographed , even in the middle of the night .

There is nothing wrong with that , except that , if you see how my son looked in the picture, it seems like he wanted to deprive us of our parental rights with our silly undertaking.

Hopefully , later in life , my son will know that to be oneself is better than to follow what society dictates how one should be.

To Be Not To Be Like Others (please correct it)

I began to write this entry entries approximately 10 times, but I was never always wasn't satisfied with what I had written. by my writings. I have realized that it is more easier for me to describe stories like "I came, I saw, I conquered " or "I understood, I gave up, I cried" than to discourse discuss an about abstract concept. However I 'll try to finish my story, moreover I have a cool picture as a proof that I never lie.
I am sure that everybody has seen saw a picture portraying where was portrayed a subtle flower growing through rough stones or an asphalt road. The flower, in this case, is like a symbol of lust for life.
I went for a walk with my son. We were walking in the centre of the town. I rolled a pushed the baby buggy on along the bush lined pavement along which grow bushes. The bushes were cut trimmed neatly quite smoothly, their shape were rectangular. I don't know the kind of the bushes because I have a poor knowledge of in the botany, especially when it concerns the classification of the bushes. Anyway, I know at least one kind of a bush, it is a wild rose. Exactly There was a branch of a bold wild rose growing through the unidentified hedge of bushes which broke through unknown to me a rectangular bushes. It impressed me so much. I even asked my husband to take a picture of it. I see another symbol in this picture. The long carefully trimmed bushes are the average people, who obey the laws of society, the laws of the government. My wild rose is like a rebel, one against the crowd, against the current. It was able not only to survive, but also to bloom, to blossom. It is not a  grey mass, it is the individuality. Its law is to be outlawed.
I was happy that my husband supported my crazy idea and we returned to this place in order to do a photo session in the middle of the night. Nothing wrong with that! Our son looks in the picture as if he is going to deprive us of our parental rights. Later he will understand that it's great not to be not like others.(to be an individual)

Wow.  This is great.  Keep it up! Much more fun than vocab exercises.

To Be Not Like Others - To Be Different From Others (please correct it)

I began to write this entry approximately 10 times, but I always wasn't satisfied with each try by my writings. I have realized that it is more easier for me to describe stories like "I came, I saw, I conquered " or "I understood, I gave up, I cried" than to discourse about (an) abstract concept(s) ("an" или "s", выбирайте 1). However, I'll try to finish my story; moreover I have a cool picture as a proof that I never lie.
I am sure that everybody saw a picture where was that portrayed a subtle flower growing through rough stones or an asphalt road. The flower in this case is like a symbol of lust for life.
I went for a walk with my son. We were walking in the centre of the town. I rolled a baby buggy on along the pavement along which grow with bushes. The bushes were cut quite smoothly; their shapes were rectangular. I don't know the kind types of the bushes because I have poor knowledge in the within botany, especially when it concerns the classification of the bushes. Anyway, I know at least one kind of a bush which is called a wild rose (Можно сказать: "I know at least one kind of bush..." или проще "I know a kind of bush..."). Exactly There was exactly/precisely (еще раз, выбирайте 1) a branch of a bold wild rose which broke through unknown to me a rectangular bushes unknown to me. It impressed me so much. I even asked my husband to take a picture of it. I see saw another symbol in this picture. The long, carefully trimmed bushes are the average people who obey the laws of society and the laws of the government. My wild rose is like a rebel; one it is against the crowd, against and the current. It was able not only to survive, but also to bloom and to blossom. It is not grey mass; it is the individuality. Its law is to be outlawed.
I was happy that my husband supported my crazy idea, and so, we returned to this place in order to do a photo session in the middle of the night. Nothing wrong with that how our son looks in the picture as he is going to deprive us of parental rights. Later, he will understand that it's great to be not like different from others.