They mow their own lawns as if no one else could make their grass grow like they can. Awake at 5 am picking the weeds out of their gardens. The stereotypical seniors almost make me sick to my stomach. .
The five main streets make a boxy figure eight. Each street and corner holds a distinctive memory. The one nearest to the park is where the long lost friend used to live. It is also the sight where I got my first broken bone. At the age of eight I didn't quite comprehend that if you hang a jacket over bike handles, the draw string may dangle far enough that it can get caught in the spokes of a wheel. The opposite end of my street from where the nameless lady used to live was where I could have met a early end. .
My best friend and I were approached by a man in a car who opened up his door and tried to grab us in to find him only in a over coat. it was where we stood still after his first attempt. We had never heard about child abductions. I was only six. My neighborhood has always been a symbol of a never ending game. There are twists and turns along the path, but the road is never ending and it always brings me back home.
3. What are your parents" lives like? If there were others involved with your upbringing, what are their lives like? How have their lives shaped yours? .
Hospitals don't scare me. My mother taught me that they were places to be healed. It was so I wouldn't be freaked out when I heard another one of the patients she was helping counsel died because of cancer, I wouldn't think that everyone she helped died. We were never together, my mom was running cancer support groups at night or my dad was away out of town selling insurance. We never ate together and if we did it was by the T.V. eating some kind of pre made dinner. It didn't matter to me because I hadn't known what it was like to sit down for a home cooked dinner, unless it was a holiday.
It felt as if there were two family's living in the same house.