Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Let's Never Tell Mommy

I was probably around 7 years old. My little brother was probably around 4 years old. The both of us decided to go to the park nearby one day. I remembered I was wearing my very cute little mermaid shoes. I loved them.

As we made our way to the park, someone stopped us. Someone approached us, who was a bit older and bigger than us. The two of us looked at him and screamed. I started to run as fast as I could. I took the longer route home, but at least he wouldn't be able to follow me. I didn't run with my brother, but I realized that the guy had gotten a hold of my brother and saying "I'm going to take your eyes out." My brother was crying and screaming. When I got back home, I slammed the door shut. Eventually, my brother came home unharmed and we both agreed to never tell our mom about what happened.

The next day, we saw that guy again who scared us at the park. Turned out he knew a friend of ours and we started getting to know the guy. He said he wanted to mess around with us and that he was just joking.

I don't know why I remember this random story of when I was younger. It's not even that major or scary. Maybe it was because I ran as fast as I could and had new cute shoes. Maybe it was because we both got scared. Maybe it was because we both agreed we would never tell mommy about what happened.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

The Shooting that Changed It All

I didn't live in one place my whole life. I didn't live in the same neighborhood my whole life. I didn't attend the same elementary school from kindergarten to 6th grade. There are numerous times when I thought what life would be like for me if I had never moved and grew up in the same place my whole life.

I don't remember much about being a child, but I remember I was living life and I enjoyed it. I loved playing on the monkey bars so much that my hands would get crispy and dry, but I didn't care I was having fun. I loved hanging out with friends and having fun. I didn't care if I was going to get yelled at or chased around if I sneaked outside of the house. I didn't care much about academics and my mom had to force me to do my homework in many occasions. My brother was praised since he did better than me academically and he is 3 years younger than me. But, that didn't seem to bother me much or encourage me to study. However, someday my mom managed to get me a tutor.

My tutor and I had many of our tutoring sessions just outside of the apartments where I lived. One of the tutoring sessions I remembered she bought expired food and we bought ended up throwing up the whole thing on the lawn. One time I wanted to show my mom this weird thing I caught from the sky, but she brushed it off my fingers. But, there's one memory that I don't think I will ever forget although I was 7 or 8 years old at the time.

One day, me, my tutor, and 2 other friends who live in the apartment complex were outside. Me and a friend was sitting on the grass with the tutor working on something for school and I think hopskotch was also involved somewhere in the mix? All of a sudden, there were a few gun shots that were fired. All of us immediately were on the ground and tried to protect ourselves. I noticed there were probably around 5-10 guys that were probably around their 20s standing around a car and just shooting. When it was all over, no one that I know of was harmed. However, we did notice that some of our cars were shot. My brother was with my mom at the time in my home and they noticed a few gun shots in the home.

That event really scared my mom because after the incident, my mom moved us into a house. Me and my brother were really against it. Even after we had moved, we were begging our home to move back to the apartment where our friends were and such. I missed living in the apartment area. I missed being able to walk easily to the park and I missed the friends that I used to play with. But, since we moved me and my brother were brought to a new area, neighborhood, and new elementary school.