Wasted!

When I was thirteen there was a big party in my neighborhood. There were a lot of people from different neighborhoods there. At this party the food was great. The food had all different kinds of tastes, colors, and sizes. Almost everybody was Spanish so there was a bunch of of reggaeton, salsa, and bachata .Everyone was doing a lot of drinking too, so it was crazy. Then people started to get really drunk and wild so there were some fights that went down everybody went home by the time the police came and told everybody to leave the premises. They said the party was getting too loud. I’ll never forget that night because it was fun.

Family Dinner

When I was 10 years old, my mom and dad would sit in the kitchen talking about what we should cook. First my mom and dad would ask us for our input on what we want to cook for dinner, and we tried really hard to make something that every body agrees with but sometimes that didn’t work. Next we all would go to the grocery store to figure out what we would need for what we were going to cook but if you are not thinking fast enough sometimes some body would already have a shopping cart filled with a whole bunch of stuff. You would have somebody else coming behind coming behind that person just putting stuff in the shopping cart. Finally by the time we got home we worked really fast to take all of the groceries out of the car and into the house. Then we would work really quickly to separate every thing. As we are separating everything, some body starts cooking. Pretty soon every body’s cooking something. Now when the food is done, we finish putting every thing away. Then we all sit down and say grace and give gifts, and share stories. Also we start to eat. I’ll never forget how much fun we had and how every body came together to make a big dinner and that was the first time that I learned how to cook.

My Peaceful Neighborhood

When I was twelve years old, my parents moved to this nice and peaceful place where kids were playing around. First I would go play with the other kids who were a little bit older than me. We would go everywhere we would go to park or go to the pool chill and play around. I’d go home and tell my mom that I’m going to go play with my new friends at the park. We would do some of crazy stuff then go to the pool when it got hot. Then when we got tired, we’d go I’ll go home and my mom would have dinner ready before I came home. Then I’ll go take a shower and we’d eat and then we go to sleep. The next morning my mom would make something to eat and my brother and I would go meet our friends outside. We’d go out and play for a little while because my mom was having a family reunion. So we played for some hours and then ma and my brother would go inside wash up and come back down and see all our family members down stairs playing around and having a good time. My mom made a lot of stuff for our reunion

Family Reunion

When I was six years old, I moved to a quiet neighborhood. When we first moved there, there were so many people to hang out with there. Me and my family would go to the park and we would see many people playing games. My mom and dad and uncles and aunts would play dominos and me and my nieces and nephew would play on the swing and the slides. Then we would go and get something to eat and we would go home and take a bath. We would have a family reunion and then we would go out somewhere.

My Ex-Neighborhood

When I was younger my life was fun adventures. Back in those days I didn’t have a lot of worries. I only had to wake up for school on time. I was always watching cartoons. My life was happening.

One of the things I loved about my childhood was when my family would go for walk when it was kind of warm but chilly outside. I loved going outdoors with my grandmother, my mom, aunt, and some of my cousins.

Another great thing about my childhood was my childhood friends. My neighbors would invite my cousin and me to their daughters parties. As I recall, it was a lot of fun with a lot of games, food, and sweet cakes.

I also liked playing outside, when I lived in ---. My friends and I would go walking, around the neighborhood, bike riding, playing jump rope, and making up gymnastics routines. Or we would jump on the big trampoline. Sometimes we would give each other money for ice cream when the ice cream truck would come by.

My favorite spots to hang out was at the center of the neighborhood where the pond is. I loved sitting on the benches and feeding the birds bread. My other favorite part of my ex-neighborhood is the part farther back because there is a big green field that I loved to explore. I’ll never forget my old favorite neighborhood.

The Little Biker Gang

When I was little I rode my bike around my neighborhood. First I would call my mom to ask her if I can go out side to play with my bike with my friends. Then I asked my friends if they can go with me and use our bike. Once I know they can go out and fire their bikes, I got ready to go out. We usually met up at the corner store and stole candy and chips and stuff and run away laughing at the guy screaming at us or the lady who is snitching on us. One time I had to run with my bike and get on it because one of the people of the store almost caught me while he was chasing me. Some car got in front of me and almost hit me but I still got hurt because I put on my brakes and my bike flipped over. My friends will usually help me but we had all gone different directions so they didn’t find out until later when we had lost the guys from the store. Those were some fun times when I was little and had more friends.

Cici and Me

When I was 14 I met this girl named Cici. I met her through my ex-boyfriend also known as her uncle (Pepo). It was pretty weird because he’s 16 and she is14 and that’s her uncle. Cici and I have many memories but one memory I have is when me and Cici and other friends use to hang out at my homeboy Pee-wee’s uncle’s house. We called him our Tio and we partied all summer long.

To start with, Cici and I would barely talk because I just met her and I didn’t know so much about her. I never thought we would become good friends, but we did. She is the type of person that likes having fun and she is so funny she could make you pee in your pants, especially when she is acting like a robot.

Then, we started hanging out a lot together. We spent the summer of ‘08 together. If we weren’t at Tio’s house we would be at my house just hanging out there until it was night time. We were unbreakable. I remembered we even lied to her mom so she could stay out longer with me. We told her mom that it was my birthday but actually it wasn’t but when it was really my birthday and I asked if she could stay to celebrate my birthday, she told us “Wasn’t your birthday like last month?” Cici and I started laughing because we both knew we lied to her mom, but her mom still her stay .

In the end, all the lies, laughter, and tears were all worth it because Cici and I still remain good friends.

The endddd!! (=

Coney Island

When I was 9, me and my family lived in New York City. We had our apartment in Washington Heights which is in Manhattan. Every summer my parents took me and my three siblings to Coney Island. It used to be my mother Yvonne, my dad Michael, my older sister Kimberly 11, my younger brother Michael E. 7, the newest member of our the family Ermis, 2, and myself.

First, we would quickly go food shopping for every thing we were going to need for our exciting trip. When we got back to our building we would go to our neighbors’ house to ask her permission so her kids could tag along with us. They were all around the same age we were, Picky, 12, Kelvin, 9 and Kimberly, 8. We were all good childhood friends.

Next, we use to wake up early in the morning, at about 6:00 a.m. to get ready and start making the sandwiches, rice, chicken, chips and whatever else we were going to take. We also had to put the ice in the coolers so the sodas and waters would be nice and icy cold when we got to Coney Island.

Finally, we would go to the train station and catch about 4 trains to get to our destination. The trains used to always be packed so we had to move quickly so we can have time to catch the correct train. We use to have fun when there wasn’t a lot of people in the train. We use to run from one side of the train to the other very excitedly. When we got there we would first go to the beach and after that we’ll get on the rides. It used to be awesome.

This is a memory that I would never forget. To this day all six of us are still very good friend even though they still live in New York and in down here in ----. As we grew up are friendships developed in a different way. Pickie hooked up with my sister. Kelvin liked me but nothing ever happened because I don’t like people my age. Michael and Kimberly stayed the same.

A Wonderful Weekend

When I was nine I used to always go over to my friend’s house and have some fun. First, we would just chill at the house watch TV, play games, and dance happily. Second, we would go outside and head over to the park. Once at the park we would go on the swings, and see who could swing the highest, and then we would jump off, and land on the grass falling to our knees. Finally after all the fun we had throughout the day we would go back into the house, have dinner, and watch a little bit more of TV. Then my mom would come and pick me up and I would be on my way home. I’ll never forget how much fun I would have every weekend at my best friend’s house when I was young.

Fire Truck Hang Out

When I was younger, my friends and I use to always hang out at the park. When we got there the first thing we would do is see who can be the first one to get the swings. The ones who was not on the swings had to endless push until we got tired.
Then, we would go over to the fire truck and sit there and talk. Sometimes we would play mommy and daddy and pretend like the fire truck was our house. After we got bored we would play red light green light with our scooters. Finally, we would all get tired and hungry and walk home eat, take our showers, go to bed and get ready for the next day.

The Block Party

When I was 10 years old I had to do my communion because my mom wanted me to, and I was too young to decide. I had to take classes at church. I had to buy a dress. My dress was white and puffy. I looked like a little bride. I had the headband that covered my face. I looked very pretty that day the best part was when my family got together in my old neighborhood and we had a big block party and celebration for my accomplishment. My neighborhood and my house were full of people. There were many cars outside. The grown people were drinking and dancing and the “jitterbugs”, us children, were just playing outside and messing around. No! There wasn’t any kids smoking, drinking, or nothing by the influence because my family isn’t about that stuff. They aren’t against it but that’s not the way they raised us. The thing about my old neighborhood was that no one trips out there about parties. Neither does the neighborhood I live now. But I don’t really go outside at my current neighborhood. I usually stay inside or just go out and get home late. It all depends. But my old neighborhood was fun, crazy, and full of noisy people out there. No, I didn’t live in a neighborhood that the police would be lurking every 24 hours in the 7 days of the week. When something did happen everyone would be outside but the trouble wouldn’t be coming from my house.

Dancing in the Street

When I was living in my old neighbor hood,I remember going to W--- park and chilling with my groupies. We would just walk around and bother people children. It all started when my best friend Toy was being friendly to these kids, and they asked us do we won’t to go in the gym and watch the elderly fellow’s play ball. I personally don’t like boys so I kind of didn’t want to go. Then we walked back out side and went to get on the swings. We were now all trying to make our feet touch the green leaves. I was getting bored now and ready to go. In the end we walked home telling jokes and dancing in the middle of the road very dangerously. Looking back now those was the good days.

New Years

When I was fourteen on New Years Day me and my family had a get together to celebrate the incoming of the new year. We had it at my house. We did fireworks of all kinds. They were fun. After that, we sat down and had a little food and talked. Finally, we all said our goodbyes and everyone left. After everyone was gone I saw a fight, police, and I don’t know what went on, but that is something I would never forget about: the incoming of 2010!

With My Family

When I was younger, my family and I use to go to the O--- Park every weekend and we would play sports . The sports we played were soccer, tennis, volleyball, or just hang out and have long walks. First, my dad and my brothers and I would always find a free field and just go crazy on the field. I enjoyed playing soccer back in that time. It was my favorite sport. We would be in the field for hours and to me it felt like just 10 minutes. I loved running and having the wind in my face. Whenever, I wasn’t playing soccer with my dad and my brothers, I would always go with my mom and we’d play tennis and volleyball together. It felt so good to play those sports with my mom. Those were the best days. I always loved keeping my eyes on the ball. Finally, besides playing all those sports, my family and I would just go for long walks in the park. It felt so relaxing and I felt very free. I felt very positive about myself and it felt like I had no worries. To me it was an unforgettable feeling and I’m happy I had a nice childhood. I’ll never forget it.