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George's Early Morning Adventure
"Ohhhh, I've got to get to the toilet. I hope I can make it" ... "why's it so dark?" "What time is it?" "I've got to get to the toilet. Where is it?" "I've found the door. I need my shoes. No, I'll get them after. Ooooo I need the toilet. Is it through here? No, it's too dark. What time is it? Oh I found it. The toilet. At last"
By Josiah.thepoet5 years ago in Families
U Shaped Sofa
A Sofa Set comes in all shapes and sizes and it is a very important part of the home. A Sofa Set which suits perfectly your home adds beauty to your home. The Sofa Set is not just another piece of furniture but it is the most important part of our home. Whether you should buy a sofa online or buy it from a furniture store care should be taken to choose the right sofa for our house.
By gaurav34565 years ago in Families
Whatcha Know, Girl?
My grandmother, Janet, who I called Nanie (pronounced Nan-EE), not to be confused with the paid for kind who trains at an academy for au pairs, grew up the oldest child out of ten siblings, nine living (one died right after birth) of two tenant farmers in a holler in Kentucky. A holler is just what is sounds like. It's named a holler because if you yell someone's name, the sound is magnified because of the rolling knobs and mountains. If you've never been to the middle of fucking nowhere, just imagine a valley, but way more fucked up. Less Air BNB and more Final Destination.
By Jessica Bugg5 years ago in Families
THE NOBLE PEAR
REGARDING PEARS People don’t always know what they’re eating. We grow up being fed whatever it is our parents think will keep us alive, based on Gerber foods and baby books. And of course, as babies, we also determine what we’ll actually eat once exposed to solid food, by either spitting it out or simply refusing to open our mouths.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno5 years ago in Families
Those Were the Days
When I was a kid growing up in San Francisco, I spent a huge amount of my spare time outside. So did my brother and sister and the other kids in the neighborhood. Our parents sent us outside and “don’t come back until the street lights turn on.” People say that all the time like it’s some sort of mantra from the “old days” before everything changed and kids no longer enjoyed all the freedom we had.
By Mary Lane Cryns aka Melody5 years ago in Families
How Do I Explain This To My Kids?
I asked the question to myself frequently, pretty much daily, while I was raising my kids. “How do I explain this to my kids?” There were times I just couldn’t explain it, and there were times I didn’t want to explain stuff. Other times, I’d attempt to explain, but the kids may or may not have listened.
By Mary Lane Cryns aka Melody5 years ago in Families
The Cliffs and the Ponds
When I ride past the frozen pond in the wintertime, I get the feeling of family fun. I mean so much fun. Only none of us are brave enough to confront the frozen pond that sits across the street from our family home in Sugar Brook. The pond that sits beneath the Cliffs condominium, a place where my Auntie always daydreamed about living in without her children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. The frozen pond separated and illustrated two definitions of suburban life. Once the frozen pond was reached, a suburban neighborhood for families was left behind and a bachelor and bachelorette lifestyle began. The pond held up tons of condominiums and single suburban apartments above. These particular condo’s and apartments had different living arrangements. Meaning couples and single occupants. On one side of the street sat condo’s and apartments. On the other side residential houses. When I was young, I often visit my uncle in Oakbrook. When I entered the apartment complex, the apartments were decorated with beautiful thin wooden planks. The apartments had a very nice mixture of brown delicate woods. Often, people rented there and commuted to Detroit everyday. The apartment complex was very well lit and sat near condominiums which had a pond near by. Far deep beneath the condominiums was a beautiful river water front, which encouraged people to live there even more. During the wintertime, I could see a glare of light from the street lights. During the summer when the pond was thawed, tons of ducks would swarm the area looking for bread crumbs and other foods. Fisherman’s could be seen nearby at the riverfront in boats and at the edge of the river. During the summer when the pond was thawed, I would engage in barbecues with my family. Afterwards, I would cross the street and head towards my best friends. Me and my best friend never mentioned the pond. We never talked about the different world I experienced. She never knew that I had witnessed a whole different way of life. I never told her about the ducks, the ponds, the fisherman’s and the back seat rides in the Mercedes station wagons with my cousins. The reason is because to me, it was a different world of space. After I left my uncle’s bachelor pad and I crossed the street, me and my best friend proceeded to Sugar Brooke Park where our friends were. We then proceeded to our favorite corner store Dairy Mart, to load up on snacks. I loved the hostess honey buns, and Mamba’s. My best friend loved Cheetos and Skittles. We would make the corner store walk through a sandy pathway trail in 20 minutes. As soon as we got back to the playground we opened our Faygo sodas and gazed across the way at another suburban apartment complex, Lake in the Woods. Me and my best friend would often play all day until the streets light came on and then we would sprint out of the circle and back to our homes. All my childhood when I pass the frozen pond in my uncle’s Mercedes station wagon, a fun feeling came over me. I knew that when I got home, my favorite poodle Sergio would bark in the window as we pulled up. My aunt’s famous chili with steak pieces would be waiting. After I passed the pond in the Mercedes station wagon, a fun feeling would come over me. I would dash in the house and drop my back pack in the living room. I would search through all the blankets in their basement, for my sleeping bag. I would run across the street to my best friends for some hot chocolate and apple cider. Shortly after we would share homework assignments and watch television.
By Tanea Hill5 years ago in Families
Those anticipatory months
I got married in July 2006 to my lovely wife Smita in India. Due to work I had to return to Canada in two weeks. Soon after I applied for Smita’s immigration. I think usually it used to take four or five months for immigration but it ended up being 14 months before Smita could immigrate to Canada.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Families
The COVID-19 Lockdown Has Created A Tradition for My Family
I have been living with my brother and sister-in-law in an 86m2 apartment in Hanoi, Vietnam for eight months. Before July 2021, I was the only one who stayed at home regularly because I work virtually. My brother and his wife both had full-time jobs and had to work at their office.
By Chau Trieu5 years ago in Families
Christmas Traditions
Winter was always the most beautiful season, in Avery's opinion. The icicles like sharp knives appear on trees, cars, and houses. The white snow covered everything in sight, glistening in the snow and just so pretty. All the kids laughing and throwing snow at one another, building snowmen and creating angels on the ground. A nice cup of cocoa to warm your frozen hands as you curled up in front of the fireplace and listened to stories of past winters that your parents shared. Skating on the frozen pond only a few yards from home.
By Alaia Shannon5 years ago in Families
