My Life
This is my entire life story, from start to about this time. I was born in Chicago Illinois on April 13th and my mom says it was the most happiest moment of her entire life. I was a small baby, like extremely small. The doctor said he could fit me in the palm of his hand, which personally I think is an exaggeration, but yea. So this is what my life contained of…. So far.
I grew up in Chicago for most of my life. It was fun; we had snow and really fun summers. I didn’t have to worry about anything! All my schools were in walking distance from my house, well all except one, but I never liked that school anyway. Early evenings and most of Saturday afternoons were spent on the playground. I would ride my bike as fast as I could to try and get there. Every kid there laughed and played, most of them got bloody noses from trying to walk on the monkey bars but were too short to do so. Yes, yes that was me.
But sadly when I was 11, we moved to New Orleans. It was ok, I went to school and played with some of the other Hispanic people on the block. My mom was there translator so I kind of had to play with them. But they weren’t all bad, most of them were nice. I loved going to their houses after school to eat authentic Mexican food and play football in the big overgrown field next to my apartment building. We never played two-hand touch, we always played tackle which was dangerous because there was broken beer bottles and rocks all over the field. But it was so fun! I was always the one who was told to tackle the big heavy guys, I guess they thought I could handle them… WRONG!
After living in New Orleans for about 8 or 9 months, hurricane Katrina hit and we were forced to evacuate. I didn’t really mind, I loved going to my uncle Pedro’s house. It was big and it had a huge backyard, where I could do whatever I wanted. We lived there for about 3 months and then moved a small subdivision in Baker. I was always be outside playing basketball with my neighbor, until we accidentally broke his mom’s windshield with a baseball bat. We weren’t allowed to play outside anymore. Soon after that we moved to another house that was even bigger! But there was no one to play with outside, so I always tried to go to Larry’s house.
Then we moved to the house we’re at now. I love it! Huge house with a huge yard. It’s sad I’ll be leaving for college soon, but I’m ready for college so it’s ok. So that’s pretty much how my life story goes. I live and let live. And I still try to find a way to go to Larry’s house, because there’s not much that goes on in my house.
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