In a Chevy Lumina
When I was eight years old, my world changed. I was living with my grandparents at the time in an old house on the corner of Blue Bonnet and Ohio st. I was playing Pokemon, the Gold version I think, with friends from across the street. We were trying to catch a legendary Pokemon and at the end of a full day, we still hadn't managed. I remember seeing police officers outside my house, and wondering what all the fuss was about, but my grandparents told me to go over to the neighbors house and play. So at the end of our escapade, my thoughts were full to the brim of what could have happened. Did my dad who I had never seen turn out to be a mastermind criminal? Was my grandfather a secret crime boss, and I an unlikely heir to a grand fortune? My mind raced with possibilities, all of them painted with a brush of optimism and good fortune, because I had never known a world where loss existed.