into the kitchen and finished off a one pound chocolate bar that my mom left sitting out that night. Both of our parents let us off easy because we weren't dirty at all, so we were never punished.
We had some good times in the United states. We made friends, bought our first game system. It was the Nintendo. We had this one game that we played every day after school. It was a Mickey Mouse game. I would play Minne, he would play Mickey and we would beat the game within an hour. This was all happening in Arizona. Phoenix to be exact. We lived on an abandoned airfield where they had clumsily put together a bunch of houses. We found dirt, and bugs in there all the time. The power had cut on me while I was getting ready to shower. Such memories! Not.
It was in Arizona that I learned to read. Me being the stubborn child I was, refused to read and wanted my father to do it all for me. Well, I had another thing coming. My dad eventually got me to start reading on my own. Funny thing is, now I can't stop reading. But the good times with my dad came to a halting stop when he was told that he had a job in Germany. I was excited about it. A place across the ocean. It was like in the Are You My Mother book when the little bird ran all over the place looking for his mother. I ran all over the place looking for my father. Not literally of course.
While my dad was gone, searching for an apartment for us to stay in, I got hit in the head with an aluminum bat, went snake hunting, and got ran over by a bicycle. Good times. I had just started to make some good friends at my elementary school where we lived. The bus driver was inspiring. He taught me and my brother to talk like Donald Duck, and he told us how he lost one of his fingers. That kept me and my brother occupied while my dad was gone. Somewhat.
At last, the day came for us to leave the heat bowl of Phoenix, Arizona. I don't really remember if I cried or not, but it was definitely a day that I won't completely forget. I had made a nice young friend named Cassie. She was my best friend throughout first grade. All the other children didn't let me play with them for some reason. With her at my side, I didn't care. On the last day of school, I think I was in tears the whole time. Cassie was my best friend, and I would have to leave her forever. Just thinking about the moment now tears me apart.
A couple of months later, and we were walking through the airport. We boarded the plane and set out for that strange place across the ocean. As exciting as it was, I hated every bit of it. I hated leaving my friends behind. I hated leaving a life behind. But most of all, I hated leaving a home behind. I slept most of the seven or twelve hour flight to Germany.
We had some good times in the United states. We made friends, bought our first game system. It was the Nintendo. We had this one game that we played every day after school. It was a Mickey Mouse game. I would play Minne, he would play Mickey and we would beat the game within an hour. This was all happening in Arizona. Phoenix to be exact. We lived on an abandoned airfield where they had clumsily put together a bunch of houses. We found dirt, and bugs in there all the time. The power had cut on me while I was getting ready to shower. Such memories! Not.
It was in Arizona that I learned to read. Me being the stubborn child I was, refused to read and wanted my father to do it all for me. Well, I had another thing coming. My dad eventually got me to start reading on my own. Funny thing is, now I can't stop reading. But the good times with my dad came to a halting stop when he was told that he had a job in Germany. I was excited about it. A place across the ocean. It was like in the Are You My Mother book when the little bird ran all over the place looking for his mother. I ran all over the place looking for my father. Not literally of course.
While my dad was gone, searching for an apartment for us to stay in, I got hit in the head with an aluminum bat, went snake hunting, and got ran over by a bicycle. Good times. I had just started to make some good friends at my elementary school where we lived. The bus driver was inspiring. He taught me and my brother to talk like Donald Duck, and he told us how he lost one of his fingers. That kept me and my brother occupied while my dad was gone. Somewhat.
At last, the day came for us to leave the heat bowl of Phoenix, Arizona. I don't really remember if I cried or not, but it was definitely a day that I won't completely forget. I had made a nice young friend named Cassie. She was my best friend throughout first grade. All the other children didn't let me play with them for some reason. With her at my side, I didn't care. On the last day of school, I think I was in tears the whole time. Cassie was my best friend, and I would have to leave her forever. Just thinking about the moment now tears me apart.
A couple of months later, and we were walking through the airport. We boarded the plane and set out for that strange place across the ocean. As exciting as it was, I hated every bit of it. I hated leaving my friends behind. I hated leaving a life behind. But most of all, I hated leaving a home behind. I slept most of the seven or twelve hour flight to Germany.
