Sunday, April 20, 2008

The First Big Move By Jeronimo Diaz

Being raised in Santa Ana, I had not always been living on Macarthur Blvd. Before our very first big move came about our family would live in a not so peaceful neighborhood. The street was always crowded with abanded cars, couches, little kids playing in the streets, parents drinking outside the front yard. That was an every day situation in 5th St. I however didn't live in a house, our family would live in apartments. On our door we would have the lucky number 7. In this case it wasn't so lucky anymore because I had to leave my memories behind. I never wanted to leave my friends, family behind. But at the same time I was excited to live in a new home with getting to know new friends, cleaner streets. We had been living in those apartments for 13 years. But just one thing out of this big move bothered me, although that of a dream house came true, something was still left out, I don't have any friends to hang around with but except my brothers.

2 comments:

Grizzly Growls said...

You asked me about this in class today, but I hadn't had a chance to read it yet because you posted it last night after my bedtime! :) I like the details of your old house-- I can sense why it may not have been the best place to live from an outsider's perspective. You could briefly describe some of the things you had to deal with when your neighbors got drunk, but more importantly, I'd like to hear about some of the friends that you miss and what you did with them that you wish you could still do. Great start, though!

Ms. Gharda

Grizzly Growls said...

that was the BOMB!