As a baby, I was still just the same Ohio State fan. I would chant and cheer for the scarlet and grey. I made a slight pronunciation issue that I will forever laugh at because it said Ohio Steak instead of Ohio State. I was defiantly the laughing stock of the family on Saturday’s and now no one can call me a fake fan because I was rooting for the Buckeye’s before I could even pronounce the words correctly. In the winter of my kindergarten year, a major snowstorm struck in Ohio.
During the warmer parts of the year, the elotera would stand outside the gates of the school and after the bell rang became swarmed with students ready for an afterschool snack. The most popular snack was always an icee, and as I sat around my friends they would teach me how to say it in Spanish. Raspado- and I with my imperfect accent would never say it correctly, but it made no difference, to my friends and I, I was apart of them now. Most may think in order to fit perfectly within a community
Life was good. Then everything changed in the blink of an eye. Joshua was the first one to get his new Christmas Cup, but this was no jolly ol’ cup with elves and reindeer, no, this cup was only plain red and white. Joshua was mortified. His whole life he had worshiped these cups more than anything else in the whole entire world, and they just ruined all of that in one swift move.
I was able to spend it with family; eating whatever meal came with that holiday. If it was Christmas, I would be playing in the snow with my kids. Having a snowball fight. Being free to do whatever came to mine. The holiday 's in Iraq was sad.
STOP! Have you ever been in a situation where you were unsure if you should help or not? In those situations we often stop, look, and walk away even though we know we should lend a hand. In the flash fiction piece, “What Happened During the Ice Storm” the boys warm our hearts by taking a step forward to help the pheasants before themselves. In a cold winter day with icy rain, few boys go out to find pheasants just like the farmers.
I would wake up at 4:30 in the morning to make sure I got to school which was 38 minutes away from my home, and for my dad to still have time to get to work at 6:45. I would wait outside my elementary school for one hour after I got there, just so that the lunch ladies would open up the back door for me. He felt quite bad that I had to wait outside sometimes in the snow, but I always had a big coat on my shoulders, gloves, beanies, and fluffy socks to keep me warm when all he had to wear for work was a grey sweater that had a hole on the sleeve. Those times were some of the best times in my life with my dad. He would make me laugh all the way to school and tried not to make me feel ashamed of his old car, but I loved that car because it was ours.
That specific meal (if we can call it a meal) is a cold lunch. In addition, the lunch is consisted of one ham and cheese sandwich, an apple and a milk. It comes in a brown paper bag and we all know that the child eating that type of lunch, certainly cannot afford to buy a meal from school. I worked for the school district for many years and saw those types of issues every day. Of course I was always the one to dig money out of my pocket, and buy those children hot lunches.
It started with Alice not eating. We all thought she was going through her yearly stage where she would go out at eat sticks and stuff in the woods when the snow started to melt, and she was backed up. Then she started to lose weight. We all thought it was odd until she started eating again and everything seemed fine. A couple months later it all started over again.
Since my uncle lived alone, he didn 't have enough mattresses for all of us so my siblings and I would use comforters to sleep on. Despite everything, I still like Michigan as it is beautiful and peaceful. Moreover, the weather was great, I experienced the feeling of snow for the first time. I remember I would try to pick up one flake to get a closer look at it and it would melt every time, but I never learned. Even though I was trying to enjoy these experiences,
They don't understand how hard it is to make friends. I find my shoe hit a rock making it skid across the slick sidewalk, I look up and admire the tree's that are covered with snow, I've always had these weird obsession with winter. Maybe it's because I was born in the season I don't know. I remember my old friends would always say that summer is their favorite season whereas I would say winter and they all would look at me weirdly asking why. I'd always respond with a shrug.