Mr. Boddy's Home-Personal Narrative

I have one memory from my childhood that is very vivid, most likely because I was seen on Americas Funniest Home Videos. It all started when my brother had an idea, at the time it seemed very fun and harmless. The idea was to make a skate video of him, but like always I wanted to be just like him so I wanted in on this video as well. Little did I know I was going to end the day in the emergency room, in tears, with an ice pack and twelve stitches, and later find myself on national television.

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

But it was a start… or so he thought. The next three months went by without a word or attack until Thanksgiving eve. Terry was helping his mother peel potatoes while his father was reading the newspaper. All of a sudden, Terry’s father had a flashback. He dropped down to the floor faster than a fainting goat. He acted like a fish out of water; squirming on the cold kitchen floor. Terry’s mother continued peeling the potatoes, assuming it was just another average attack. It was not. As Terry looked over to his father, he remembered what happened at the hardware store; nervous laughing, his father crying, all the chaos at once. Terry realized that this attack was much more severe. He dashed to the landline, dialing 9-1-1 as his mother rushed

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

It wasn't until I was an adult that my appreciation for Fred Rodgers was established. I imagine it's the same with most of us. As a child, Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood wasn't my favorite show. It was just something to watch on a warm sunny summer afternoon.

Recalling when my husband and I sold our first house, it’s apparent that emotional persuasion had an impact on the sale. Reminiscent of a fifties style box house, ours was a small bungalow in a young neighborhood filled with young families. Similar to the majority of homeowners in the area, it was our first home in a new subdivision filled with young families and people embarking on their life journeys. In the first few weeks of being listed, potential buyers flocked to preview it; however, interestingly, the couple who ultimately bought the property seemed more interested in their idealizations than truly in the house itself. Expectant with their first child, this was going to be their first purchased home. As she entered the house for

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

Half way through my sophomore year, I got my driver’s license. Every teenager looks forward to when they can go driving around town. I turned sixteen on February sixth in two-thousand fourteen. Teenagers can get a little rebellious on the roads. On April twenty-third of the same year, I learned that it isn’t good to be rebellious.

The snow had finally began to fall in our quaint little neighborhood, I could see my own breath each time I exhaled. I would spend most of the winter days playing in the snow with my friends. During the winter, each day was routine for the most part: wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and stroll around the neighborhood. Although, during my walks, I would get a cold glare from my neighbor, Mr. Hansen, every time I passed his house. His face was wrinkled, and his hair was grey and withered like a decayed flower. He looked shocked each time I saw him, as if I had done something terrible to him. To my recollection, I had never even uttered a word to him before. Perhaps his old age was the cause of his scornful glares. In fact, he would look at everyone the same way. Some of the local women would try to greet him with a smile, but he would just remain silent on his porch sitting in his eroded old rocking chair. The whole neighborhood judged him for his distasteful expression. Rumors about Mr. Hansen being some kind of lunatic began spreading amongst the neighborhood kids. I remember I would get chills down my back each time I imagined the look on his face. He was a phantom, haunting the neighborhood with his unsettling aura.

The house on Plum Street was a tall and narrow building littered with rain battered fliers and miscellaneous bills like a house shaped pinata. A paper taped to the front door of a house can mean any number of things; a local bluegrass band was hanging fliers for a gig and wanted to get the word out or a very persistent Jehovah's Witness wanted to get the Good Word out or you haven't paid your mortgage in two years and the bank is foreclosing your home, for example. In this case it was all of the above.

I was Trick,or treating in spencer and I went to mss. Millers house and she gave me some candy reese’s, hershey’s, butterfinger, and whoppers then she pointed behind me saying there are lights behind you. I turned back, there weren’t any lights all there was, was a shadow what looked like a semi parked on the road then I left then I heard the engine sound follow me and I looked back I saw the semi was closer then before then I was at mrs. Kendalls house and knocked on her door and she comes out and gives me a hug and she gives me candy too! And she hears a honk of the truck and I heard it and I looked back and I saw the truck even closer so I leave mrs. Kendall and goes to to mrs. Fulks house and she gives me a fist bump and some candy and

My Bubby, which is Yiddish for “grandma”, used to say that my family was like the United Nations. That’s because, while one half of my ancestors were Jews who immigrated to the U.S. from Russia, ending with my dad who was born in Brooklyn, New York, the other half, my mom’s side, came from Ecuador to the U.S. This is not to exclude my aunt Jade who moved from China and converted to Judaism. My mom also converted, and I was raised Jewish, going to temple for Hebrew school and when observing holidays, although I still got to experience the loud, exciting side of my Hispanic family.

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

As police helicopters fly above the skies of Arnwith and over the fields. The forest swarms with police also searching every inch of it, along with dogs sniffing around for evidence. Meanwhile back at the old pear tree guesthouse the sun shines through the window of his room. Unslept in and full of his belongings you can still hear their laughter and feel the passion they'd shared there together.

I did a terrible thing one summer. I killed a cat. It was the summer of my sophomore year. My friends and I hung out a lot at the Shack. The Shack is a cool place right outside of town. We hung out at the Shack everyday that summer. The Shack is just a place, and there isn't actually a building there. One really hot day, we were out at the shack hanging out. We all decided that we should go back into town to get drinks, because it was too hot. We all went into town except for Ford. Ford is one of the dumber ones in my crew. He's always doing stupid things and getting himself into trouble. The rest of went into town and bought lemonade. Lemonade is one of the best drinks to have in the summer especially if it's cold. On the way back out to