Size Matters- Day 11

Today, tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For your twist, pay attention to — and vary — your sentence lengths.
Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.

 At 12, the year was 1972. I was an insecure and scare little girl. We move from New Jersey to Mayaguez, Puerto Rico. My mother was pregnant with my little sister.  She was born in July 1972. From our backyard, we can see the new hospital.  My mother was 34. My dad was 36 and working as a custodian at the College.

The area where we live it was a low income residential. Our apartment was a single unit with four bedrooms, one bath, a small kitchen, and a small living room.  We have a small backyard enough for us to play. The other side of the residence will be apartment buildings so I guess we were lucky.

In our neighborhood like in every place, we have good people and some of them not so good. I went to a public school and we will walk.  It was a good school, however some of my neighbor’s kids love to bully the kids including me.  I was in 6th grade and I was bullied. Before I went to middle school, I will learn how to defense myself.

We didn’t have a phone in our house and our TV was in black and white. Having a color TV was more expensive.

 I will play outside with my brothers. We didn’t have toys seriously any toys. My only doll will be destroyed by my brothers and I have to wait for Christmas to get another.

We play hide and seek, jump rope, fight with water balloons, flight kites, and marbles.  We have fun.

After school, we will watch a little bit of cartoons from Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Popeye, and the Flintstones who were our favorite to Land of the Giants, Gilligan’s Island, Lost in Space, and Get Smart.

Remembering living in that home will bring the bad and the good memories. One thing I will like to erase will be the awful part of my life being bullied. However, the good memories are what I miss the most.

margarita (charles t.)

me at 12…behind me the new hospital

 

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