Introduction to myself... "Who are you?" |
Introduction to grandparents... |
The
"street" my grandfather grew up on was really a gravel country
road outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. He grew up on a farm, located one
half mile from the paved highway. At least it was better than the road
that some of his neighbor's farms were located on, because they were
dirt roads. When it rained, these dirt roads became very muddy and sometimes
impassable. Once, when my grandfather was about seven years old, he
was walking down the road to go to school, and there were puddles of
water everywhere. A car came flying by, and sprayed water, gravel, and
dirt all over him. It made my grandfather so mad he cried all the way
back home to change his clothes and clean the dirt off his face and
arms. |
Who
are my parents? These wonderful people who have spent so much time and
energy trying to raise me the way I need to become. Constantly growing,
always changing, and never satisfied with the way I am at this moment.
I am always trying to be better then I am now. My parents have always
been there to help me figure out how to do just that. Every day I wake
up, and as I come down for breakfast, it is already sitting on the table.
My parents have already been up for nearly an hour, sitting in bed,
talking, hoping and praying for all of us kids. Dad will have gotten
tea for Mom, who will soon rise and start our breakfast. The day has
started with a new beginning. |
Introduction... |
At
six years old, we moved into our new neighborhood. I didn’t know
anybody on our new street. There wasn’t anything to do outside,
so I was always in the back yard or inside. But then Julie came. She moved
in two houses down, and we started having fun. Days were always warm and
sunny, so we played outside. We had a sandbox in the back, and when we
were bored with that, run around in the front. We could leap off our bench
that sat in our yard and grab a tree branch and swing from it. Soon I was old enough to learn how to ride a bike. On my birthday, I got a new bike that wouldn’t fall over if I let go; it had two extra wheels on the side. I could go really fast for a long time and not get tired! I would ride up and down our street all the time. Our house was at the top, so I had to work hard to stop playing, riding uphill was always harder. I was old enough now to explore more then just my own yard. There was Leo’s house, to our right and next was Julie, who was at the bottom. On our other side was someone’s backyard, because our street branches into a coal-de-sack. The owners were always changing. One day a teenager named John had a BB gun, and was shooting cans. He let me shoot once. Across the street from him was a policeman with a steep driveway, and we loved to ride up and down to fly faster. Next to John’s place was a nice little home that had a little girl named Sarah, and she and Peter seemed to like each other a lot. I thought it was weird… Then I borrowed Julie’s brother’s roller-blades, and I learned how to ride them. Soon I had my own pair, and I was actually the fastest on my block. One warm summer night, as we were all outside riding around, we realized that my sister Sarah was missing. I raced down the coal-de-sack and was the first to find her looking up into a tree. She was perfectly fine, but the feeling that my little Sarah was not there made me scared, and I could really fly when I needed to. School was coming again, and that meant that Julie would leave and I would stay for home school. These days were always the longest, because Julie wasn’t there. She had the ability to turn doing the dishes into fun. We would just do the job, and talk and talk and talk, and soon we wouldn’t even realize we were doing work. Every time I went outside, it was always because Julie was around, and no matter what we were going to do that day, it was always the best time in the world. |
Friendships
are not forever. In second grade, I was a kid fresh out of home schooling,
and I had no social skills at all. I could never talk to anyone unless
they talked to me first. The people that I sat next to told me that I
stunk and didn’t brush my hair. The news that I was a dork spread
quickly, and soon everything that I did right was ignored, and everything
I did wrong was made fun of. If I farted, the entire class moved away,
not because it smelled bad, but simply because it was me who did it. If
John or Jeff farted, people would laugh about it, but never when I was
to blame. There was only one person who thought I was cool enough to hang
around. His name was Derek. We both loved the swings. Every time we got
out for recess we would race across the sand to try to get the best swing.
He would always win because he was tall and I was short, so he could run
faster. We would laugh and he even invited me to his birthday party once.
But soon he got tired of the questions that people asked him, “Why
do you hang around that Josh kid?” Then one day in fourth grade, as we were all sitting and eating lunch, I heard whispers around the table. I was used to it, but I checked my fly to make sure that everything I could do was all right, and everything was fine. Derek stood up from the other side of the table, and everybody looked right at me as Derek said, “Hey Josh, Guess what! I don’t want to be your friend anymore!” …And he sat down. He instantly received high-fives and cheers from everyone, and grinned at because his friends were finally accepting all of him, because who he is no longer had ‘Josh’ written on him. I ended up at another table, never again able to trade desserts with Derek or laugh with him on the swings. I was alone. Back at home I could play with Julie, and I missed her now more than ever while I was at school. Finding a true friend is like finding a raison in your cereal bowl, you just have to separate them out from the flakes. |
This
is my friend Julie. She is the one who came down every day to play with
my sister and me. We never knew what we were going to do that day, but
it was always fun. None of us liked watching TV because we would always
just sit around and stare, and not do anything. If it was hot outside,
we would play in the sandbox and make volcanoes with the hose, or we would
just fill up Julie’s squirt guns and have a war. Everything was
a game, a really fun game. We would always be fair, and never left one
of the three of us out of the game, and if we did, it only lasted for
a very short while. We would tie boxes to skateboards and make cars to go dawn the hill, but the would never last for more then a day, so we would have to make new ones. We would sometimes forget the boxes and just race down the street on our stomachs, laughing all the way. We would run down to the park and roll all the way down. The grass was always soft, so we would get right up and try to run all the way up the hill without falling over from being to dizzy. After that I would pretend to be a dog, and we would grab Beau’s leash and walk me around. We would see a stranger, and suddenly Julie was Jessica, I was Bob, our dog was now named Spot. We would go home and play foursquare in front of the empty house. We would ‘miss’ the ball and hit the garage door to break it so we could climb inside and explore. In the winter we would make triple-prints in the snow with our feet and grab my little brother to tell him that we had seen a dinosaur. Every time there was new snow on the ground we would run down to the park together and sled down the hill. I had a new sled that could steer itself, so we used it a lot. I would grab a huge piece of bubble wrap and fly down the hill. A storm would come up and we would come up ad drink hot coco. As the years went on, we felt that it would never end. But soon we began to see the school was going to stop our play from time to time. Julie always went to school, but I was at home being taught by mom. We were getting older. Julie had a brother that did a lot of the same chores that I had to do. I guess older siblings had to do these things. As our actual playtime shortened, our desire to be together again grew. Then summer came! School was not there to stop us from our playing anymore. We could play all day again. Every week I had to mow the lawn now, but Julie would still come over and help me put the grass in the bag so we could play a little sooner. Now that it was warm again, mom brought out the hammock, and we could spin round and round. We would lie there for a while watching the birds fly into our tree. The next year mom had me go to school so she could help take care of baby David. These people at school talked a lot more then Julie and I did. We could just look at each other and know what we were thinking. I didn’t know how to talk to people like this. I couldn’t tell them certain thing. I always ran out to the swings during recess and wished Julie was there, but she was at school. Once again my desire to be with her grew. When we both finally had no homework, we would always come back to tell each other what has happened since we had last seen each other, but this time was different. Before now, what had happened was always us, our life together. Life was what we had done, and not anything else. But then we moved a few miles west, and we could hardly play anymore. It was hard for me, I didn’t know what to do for fun without Julie around, and I couldn’t do the same stuff we had done with people at school. So now when Julie comes over, we talk, and talk, and talk. This is my Julie, who I will love forever. |
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