Eudora, Arkansas: A Short Story

When we got to virginia we needed to find a house. So my parents went house hunting. It took them a overly excessive amount of time to find a home because they wanted to find just the right house. Then my parents realized that this home would be our forever home so then they got even

September 7, 2015, I travel to Little Rock Arkansas to the visited family member. I had the opportunity to tour the Arkansas Museum of Discovery. The Museum of Discovery is in Little Rock Arkansas where it stands near the historic building at the River Market District on the Arkansas River within walking distance of Presidential Clinton Center. The Museum original name was Bernie Babcock established in 1927. The touring of the Arkansas Museum of Discovery were very educated to me. I learned about how King Crowley who was a Chicago mob responsible for bringing fakes archaeological into the museum. The museum received the name of science and natural history in 1964. They received this name because of the mold in the Arkansas fossil. The most

My home town is Butler,Missouri. Nothing to be that proud of. I left it as soon as I finished high school,

My childhood home was the place that I cherish not because it was beautiful but because of the memories I collected throughout my experience there. My childhood home was in the San fernando valley and I lived there with my Parents, my cousin, my aunt and uncle, and my very close second cousin. We grew a connection in this home and we would do an abundant of things like go swimming, play ball, and draw. Our bond grew stronger and stronger and till this day our bond remains the same. She is almost like a sibling to me and I am a big brother to her

Have you ever seen the TV show the “Walton’s?” If you have, then you will definitely be able to identify how unique the place was where I was raised. I was raised in North Arkansas in a small community called Onia. In fact, the road that I lived on was called Lawrence Road. It was named this because all of my relatives lived down this road. My Grandpa, who is now a retired Baptist preacher, lived down this road along with his brothers and sisters. The church that I grew up going to was also pastored by my grandfather for over thirty years and it was about two miles down the road. The community bordered the Ozark National Forest so it was very rural and isolated. Most of the traffic on Lawrence Road was mainly the people who lived

I was a fine morning when a siren went off in the town of Little Rocks, Arkansas. The people didn’t have a clue what was happening until bulletin papers stated falling from the sky in such graceful manner. The dispassionate community didn’t care if there was bulletin papers flying through the city. They didn’t get influenced that easily by the emotions of the paper. The mayor had thrown thousands of papers out saying to have a garage sale for cancer victims.

My old house was a huge part of my childhood. I lived there for 10 years. All of my childhood memories were made at.

I love that house we had so many memories in that house we group up there. I still remember my room. My room was decorated as princesses. What I love the most about my house was that my house was six blocks from my first elementary but once we move schools our house was only three block away from juanita jones elementary. When I was in 5th grade I came home one day and my parents and my neighbors had received a letter from the government saying that we had to move houses because they were going to expand the freeway so my parent started to find other houses I was sad about leaving I love that house I had so many memories. My house was next to a small liquor store call Bob's market. My sisters and i would always go to Bob's market before we went to school he would always give us free candy we still go and visit bob and his wife since our house is nearby but we don't visit as much.

Down the street but I had to switch schools.When we got to our house. We had to get rid of our dogs and cats so the house was all hardwood except three rooms which is my room my parents and my sisters.I didn't like the new house it sucked moving schools. I kinda like the new house my room was bigger the other house so i had more room for stuff and a bigger closet. My room was upstairs which i like cuase my old house i was on the second floor and this new house there was two rooms on the main

At age two, after my mom saved enough tips, we moved into the white shack on the corner, across the street from a greasy breakfast joint. The house that hadn't been lived in for over 15 years. It adopted many rats, insects, and had no decent plumbing or electrical system in place. My mom single-handedly reconstructed this rat-shack and it became our make-shift home. My bedroom ceiling leaked over my head and I'd often sneak into my mom's bed which was placed in the dining room. Our living "room" was the size of a small school bathroom. It smelt like one

When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself.

It is no doubt about it that everyone has somewhere that they have adapted to long enough to call it there home! A place they can relax and really be their selves, for some it may have been their grandparents house, aunties house or wherever they felt comfortable. Well I of course felt comfortable in my own home, a four bedroom house on the west side of North Miami. My home in Miami was perfect I had my own room, I was very comfortable there, and it was a place to get away from the world.

We moved to Denver, Colorado during my first year of life, into a duplex. It was a very small house, painted a deep blue. It is in this house that my best memories were made. They are of course very hazy, as I was only three or four, but there are no unhappy times at this point. I was the only child in my immediate family, and so was doted upon by every auntie and uncle, by every granny and grandpa. I was the little queen of my little world. At that point in time holidays were the best. I was showered in gifts and clothing, and love. I consider this time, from the age of zero to five, as being the best years of my life even if they are a bit hazy.

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.

It was exactly a month after my 12th birthday when my parents moved me and my younger siblings to VYV in Jersey City. Regardless of the fact that we were just staying there until my parents found an actual house close enough to their office in New York and Princeton, I was quick to make it my home. For my sibling and I the VYV was heaven. It had a huge playground, an indoor pool and a game room. The VYV was also amazing for my parents because it was a gated entry building so it was completely safe and the lock on the front door was opened by an electronic pin code only my parents knew of. That's why after years of pleading with my parents to let me babysit my siblings for small pocket money they finally let me.