Personal Narrative Essay: If I Am Racist

It was a hot humid day on the 5th of may. There I was, sitting on the beautiful light green porch by the park on this hot sunny day. Watching the birds fly over my head, Chirping the beautiful tunes they usually make and the kids chasing after the ice cream truck down 35th street. Watching the kids play basketball, hoping that one of them would let me in the game and play with them. But it never occurred to me that they wouldn 't let me in was because I was too skinny. Same went with me trying to join a game of football with the big boys they would just say no. I starting wondering why they wouldn 't let me in was it because I was too small and skinny or was it because they didn

She just looked at me weird if I were some mad man about to do something crazy. What she would always say to me is just wait a few more years your body will start to develop and grow since I was only ten years if age. I didn 't want to wait a few more years that 's a very long time to me since I wasn 't really that patient in life. Sometimes I would sneak in my dad 's weight room where he worksout and start to mess with the weights putting them on bars to see if I can do some bench press 's. But since I was little and didn 't know how to use them I just stuck to doing push-ups since my dad told me if I want to get really big is to do push ups and eat a lot. I had a good friend adleast named Alan we were the same age and went to the same school. I would always ask him if he had any ideas on how to get big but most he would just look at me how my mom would look at me if I were crazy if some of some sort. He chuckled and told me that if I want to to get big that it 's going to take years to get meat on my muscles and that I would never really be as big as the other boys. On that day when he said all that negative stuff about me I wanted to prove him wrong

My mom didn 't like him and always tell me that I shouldn 't be hanging around with him and I should be hanging around kids my own age like Alan. One reason she didn 't like him was because of this incident where he ask if he could use the a basketball that was signed by a NBA player Jason Kidd which was pretty value bale at the time. He played with it for hours and never gave it back he went to tell my mom that it fell down in the sewer but she knew he stole. Every lie would come out his mouth like the truth is just a bad taste on his tongue. He would get in a whole lot of trouble most of the time but I never seen him as a bad influence for me I saw him more as a friend. But all of this started to change when I 've been busted for doing something bad. It was in July after the 4th me and him decided to throw some berry 's at this man house. I didn 't think that it would be a very bright idea to do something awful like that but he persuaded me to do it telling me that he was not home and if he were he wouldn 't care. So I just go ahead and listen to the lies that come out of his mouth. We through a whole lot of berry 's at the guys house. When that back Patio door of that guys house started to open Abraham just takes off full speed like a tiger leaving me behind. The guy yells Hey come back here! He looked to be in his late 60 's very tall and bald. I 'm