I lived in a decent size brown and white house in an old fashion neighborhood, but my friend’s and most people would describe it as a pretty ghetto neighborhood. During summer my brothers, cousins, and I would always play outside constantly with newly made up games, because of our rambunctious and outdoorsman nature we constantly drove our parents crazy. I recall, we would run outside in the lawn and decide whether to play hide and seek, baseball, basketball or a game we called pachoco. Most of the time
We first went to recess. There wasn’t really anything to do that’s fun. There wasn’t even no playground. Just some basketball hoops. All we did was sit down and talked about our expectations we might have when we go inside.
The sirens distinct tune followed me as I ran, the loud screeching music closed in on me like walls in a small room. I firmly grasped my candy bar as I turned down a forgotten alley way flooded with smoke smells. My worn shoes were not ready for such a sharp and last minute panic turn, almost diving into a puddle of recently used cigarette butts, I pulled my top heavy body back up to it’s original and close to vertical form and continue my fast paced journey in the night. My journey only lasted a short while before I heard the cop car’s sticky tires scream and slide across the alley’s old and cracked pavement and quickly accomplishes the sharp turn into the narrow alley.
I remember being outdoors constantly whether it was climbing trees in the forest or having mud fights with my childhood friends in my backyard. I just
It was always a good time to go outside and play with my friends. It was a very friendly, safe and clean neighborhood. I remember playing outside, riding my bike until the streetlights came on. After a five years of staying in Highland Village, my my parents decided that we needed more space so we
I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported." I wish that I had that "someone." I'm always that person for someone else, but when it comes to me, where are those people that I need to show me that I am cared for and supported?
Monkey Bars Have you ever broken or fractured a bone? It was one of my favorite camping trips of the year. I woke up early and put on my favorite pair of cargo shorts and a cool blue polo. Then ran downstairs to put on my brand new Skechers light up shoes, which are cool when you’re only 8 especially if they light up. We hooked up our camper and were on our way to Lakeport state park , for our yearly camping trip.
It was a normal day. I woke up at 6:07AM for the first day at school. I ate,got dressed,and went to the restroom. I had my backpack and bags full of other supplies I couldn’t fit in my backpack. I got in the car and was watching a video while I was in the car.
“JOE!, it’s time for you to leave for school!” hollered Joe's Mom from the kitchen. Joe opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. “Okay, okay, Mom I'll be down in a minute.”
It was a nice hot summer day in Denver, Colorado. Was on my way to my friend Lula’s house, haven’t seen her in a few years. We went to elementary school together and we were in student council together. I slowly got out of the leather seat in my mom's white car. “Bye mom, I love you.
I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get dad is trying to do his best, I mean what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign to me.
All the neighborhood kids, including myself and my younger brother, would play there any chance we could get. Our imagines ran wild as we played out different scenarios until we were all called in for the night. I feel that I have repressed a good amount
When I think back to my childhood, I recall a number of ridiculous and embarrassing memories. A reason for this must be because from a young age, I was always very competitive. To this day I love to win and be noticed for my accomplishments. Whenever I find myself in a competition, I push myself to do better than I am actually able todo. In the winter, of grade 1 I experienced a traumatic incident due to this peculiarity.
Even though it’s Monday My humble habitation consists of a small, never enough spots to put things, always fighting clutter, nine-hundred square foot home. Although well loved, our home only seems to acquire the care it actually deserves when we have the funds. So, subsequently it is not a fancy home. Sometimes it amazes me it’s still standing, but we do what we can.
