THE FINAL BLOG !

The only meaningful adulthood experience I can think of is how I have grown up alone. Yeah, I have siblings but they are way older than I am. My mom decided to have a huge gap between us. It came to a point where sometimes I would ask my mom why she had me sooo late! Like what was she thinking? I often times wished I had a twin that I could have of grew up with. I was the youngest of what used to be four. But as far as now I’m the youngest of three. I had an older sister that passed away when I was four years of age so that left me even lonelier. I also have two older brothers that have lives of their own. We aren’t that close and I think that if we have gotten the chance to grow up together we would be inseparable. When I was younger, all the kids at school thought I was the only child because I would never talk about my brothers. There were days where I would like being the only child at home simply because I was getting all the attention, but that’s when I was younger. Being nineteen almost twenty is a totally different story.

 My mother and I are incredibly close, but at the same time we’re very different. The mother daughter relationships can be intense sometimes, but it is worse when you’re the only child still living at home. I think that it would be a better situation if I had brothers and sisters around my age that were still living at home with me. They would be the only ones who would know and understand the details of my life apart from my parents. I have always felt older than my age and grew up more quickly than my peers because I was in adults company all of the time. As a result of that, all of my friends are older than I am, I feel like I can relate to them better than I would someone my own age.

Now I have gotten to that age where I’m leaving home and what’s sad is that my parents are miserable about it. They are always caution about me going places by myself and my response would be “if only I had siblings around my age”. That is another reason why I wished I had siblings that were close to my age to take all of the focus and attention off of me sometimes, because if there were other children around, my departure wouldn’t be such a big deal. I have a massive amount of love for my parents and I feel bad that I’m going to hurt them one day when I’m ready to move out and establish by own place. Then, they’ll realize I will no longer be their babygirl. Still to this day I wished I had the chance to experienced growing up with someone other than myself. Someone that would get on my nerves, someone that I would have fights with then start talking to them like nothing ever happened.  By experiencing not actually growing up with siblings as a child, when I become a mother I will not leave an enormous gap between my children, so that they will have the opportunity to grow up and establish memories together.

The Effects of Light Pollution on Birds and Sea Turtles

The desired goal for my research paper is to discuss the effects of light pollution on birds and sea turtles and the volunteer efforts to protect and save animals from this unaware problem.  I have chosen this specific topic for my research paper simply from watching the documentary film The City Dark. Immediately after watching the film my heart felt for those poor birds that are threaten by excessive city lights and the disorientation of hatching sea turtles. It reminds us as humans how big of an impact light pollution has on these creatures.  In addition to writing about the effects on light pollution on birds and sea turtles, I hope that I would be able to publicize this life threatening issue.

In order for my point to get across to the reader’s, I’m going to include rhetorical appeals which will help demonstrate the aim of my paper. I plan to use pathos to persuade readers with emotions providing them the knowledge of what’s really happening to these poor innocent creatures. As well as, kairos considering that effects of light pollution on animal are becoming more of an issue each year.

 

The information I intend to incorporate from the documentary film The City Dark involves Ian Cheney and his crew by showing the dead birds that have had a deadly collision from buildings all along the ground and also when they were on the beach watching how the newly born sea turtles became disorientated, struggling to make it into the water. I think by incorporating these two sections of the documentary film into my research paper, it would help grasp my reader’s attention emotionally, to the point they feel that they have to help prevent the birds and sea turtles from losing their lives due to the excessive light pollution.  

The sources that I have found will help me provide the information about the effects of light pollution on birds and sea turtles. Also, what we as people can do to help save the lives of birds and sea turtles. In my research paper I plan to first discuss how birds use the bright stars in the sky to determine their route and how the city lights interfere with their view, causing the birds to become confused and disoriented. In addition, it causes some birds to give in to deadly collisions with buildings and other objects in the sky that may be difficult to see when "blinded by the light".  Secondly,I will discuss how light pollution is at the heart of the decline of sea turtles. It impacts their nesting habits and the ability of young hatchlings to survive, as seen in the film. With the excess light pollution in the cities, birds and sea turtles will eventually become distracted with the city lights and as a result, lose their lives. As I provide this information in my paper, the readers can obviously see that it is very important for light pollution to be solved in order for the birds and sea turtles not to be deceived by light pollution but instead use the stars and moonlight as their guide.   

With all things considered, my goal for this research paper is to give knowledge and understanding to the readers about this issue in hopes that individuals will become more aware of the situation and prevent it from happening. Instead of the number of poor innocent birds and turtles death rate increasing, I hope that it would take a turn and decrease.

Turn off The Lights

Neil deGrasses Tyson, astrophysicist at the Hayden Planetarium in New York City, eloquently summarizes one of the humanistic values of the night sky: “You could live your life at home never looking up…. [But] I … submit to you that you’ll be missing a point of view,…a cosmic perspective, because …you’ll start thinking of your own environment as all there is. And if that’s how you think about where you are, then it rises to an artificial level of importance to you, whereas, when you look at the night sky and you realize how small we are within the cosmos, it’s kind of a resetting of your ego. To deny yourself of that state of mind, either willingly or unwittingly, in my judgment, is to not live to the full extent of what it is to be human” (qtd. in City Dark). This quoted passage is definitely my favorite out of all the choices, simply because it’s self-explanatory. To expound on it even more, Neil is explaining how an individual can live their life without noticing or gazing up at the night sky and become blinded to all the universe has to offer. Staring gazing is more spiritual than it is practical. To not have that kind of experience, you are missing out on the aesthetic beauty of the sky. When you look up at the sky, you realize how small you are compared to the universe. It is like we were born into this big mystery that you can never figure out how, but only God knows, because He is the creator of this marvelous world.

Gods wonderful creation.

According to director Ian Cheney, “There is controversy over whether more light leads to less crime, but there is agreement that light seems to make people feel safer, almost like it’s built into our genes to move closer to the campfire or to the brightest city” (City Dark).  Ian Cheney statement is simply explaining how we as humans feel safer when surrounded by light because we are afraid of the things we cannot see. The dark puts us out of our comfort zone. Our world would be a complete mess, specifically dealing with crime, if we had no electric lights shining throughout the night, other than the stars that shine above. I’m pretty sure that many people would be able to relate to Cheney's statement. A prime example was shown in the film when Ian parents installed a bright light on top of their barn due to someone breaking into it. This is why some people that fear crime and are afraid of the darkness at night, install motions detectors around their houses to detect an individual’s motion. Many people rely on this system because it’s a great way to alert the home owner for criminals, it’s kind of like a security system.

How light bleeds into space.

 Unfortunately, all of the lights that are set up for use, doesn’t all shine on the ground, but rather bleeds off into space causing it harder to view the night sky. To prevent losing the night sky completely, I think we should only put light where we need it the most, not in areas that doesn’t find it useful.  

Our Vanishing Night Sky

Ian Cheney, the filmmaker of The City Dark, explains how after he moved from the rural area of New England to New York City, he felt like he “was at the center of the world” but that he had “left something important behind, something [he] couldn’t name.” He also wonders, “What do we lose when we lose the night?” (City Dark).  Ian is saying, if we don’t try to help preserve the night sky, we will lose our clear view of the wonders it holds. Everyone who is in fear of losing the night sky can see how it is important to make wise choices about outdoor lighting, and that together we can work to restore the night sky to its former glory.

Chad Moore, of the National Parks Service, reminds us, “When we add light to the environment, that has the potential to disrupt habitat, just like running a bulldozer over the landscape can. Darkness is a necessary habitat for nocturnal animals, so what’s the habitat for people?” (qtd. In City Dark). Chad is simply explaining that life on Earth has existed with a regular and dependable day and night schedule to the illumination levels in the environment. This regularity has become ingrained into the DNA of species up and down the evolutionary tree. It regularizes basic and fundamental biological activities across species from plants and to even us, humans. It is the height of apathetic ignorance and insanity that we expect other living organisms on this planet to just "adapt" to newly created lighting schedules of our convenience. The effects of light pollution on plants and animals in the environment are numerous, and are becoming more known. By watching the film, it simply reminds us as humans, how big of an impact light pollution has on the birds and newly born turtles. Birds use the bright stars in the sky to determine the route for the next day, and when the city lights interfere with their view, birds can become confused and disoriented. Unfortunately, light pollution also causes some birds to give in to deadly collisions with buildings and other objects in the sky that may be difficult to see when "blinded by the light".  Similarly, light pollution is at the heart of the decline of sea turtles. It impacts their nesting habits and the ability of young hatchlings to survive, as seen in the film. I recently became educated on how it has been said that by working graveyard shifts under fluorescent lights, disturbing the daily rhythmic flow, increases the risk of developing cancer. So these are prime examples why we need to protect the night sky from having a negative impact on the animals and even ourselves.

We rarely stop to think that the night is necessary and good for life. Therefore, we do not realize that protecting the night sky is a valuable step to conserving bio-diversity. Most people think that as we sleep at night, the rest of the species do the same, it is of no concern if we send out a light into the night time environment. However, our action of light pollution alters and interferes with nocturnal species that begin their daily activities at sundown and can also interfere with ours.

Gazing up at The Night Sky

I got my first really great view of the night sky during a late beautiful clear summer night when I was about twelve years old. Getting ready to go back inside the house from playing outside with the neighborhood kids, I started to notice the stars in the sky. Curiosity and awe lead the way and I stopped where I was to study the night sky.

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I had looked at the stars before, but this night was different. The stars were brilliant. I had never realized that there were so many stars in the night sky before. I had never seen so many stars shining through. It had just happened to be a perfect night for star gazing. I was far from the glare of the lights of town and it was also a moonless night. It was nearly pitch black and the trees were silhouetted against the night sky. To have this incredible view of the stars with my very own eyes was amazing.

I have star gazed numerous times since that night, and it has never been as magnificent as it was on that night. Seeing the night sky that night was like a dream. I got a great view of what our atmosphere does so well at hiding from us, and I was now aware of so much more. But I also believe that my star gazing has not ever been as good as it was on that night because the conditions have never been as good as they were with all the pollution in the Baytown area.

I think every person should have the opportunity to have such a great look at the universe at least once during their lifetime. Pictures and words do a great job of describing the beautiful universe, but seeing it and experiencing it in real life is a whole lot better.

 

I’m pretty sure that the night sky was much more fabulous back in the day due to less polluted air. As I did research on how light pollution affects the night sky, it has been proven that both individuals and major business are the actual cause of light pollution.  Now-a-days it is very difficult to spot a star shining in the night sky. Often times I look up at the sky and wonder where all the stars have gone, and be reminded that the sky is full of unnatural lighting that humankind has surrounded itself with. This global issue known as light pollution is the result of misguided and wasteful lighting practices. It also represents a major threat to astronomer’s ability to see any of our current visible skylines. Light pollution is known by their adverse effects on the health of animals, plants, humans and the environment. But it is very important to protect the night sky to prevent this from happening.

The night sky is designed to be used. In earlier years, individuals often used the night sky for navigation and to keep track of time. However, in today’s age and time we no longer do so. We rely on technology and navigation systems in our cars and on our phones to help us with directions, not so much on the stars in the sky.  

DEATH !

“Windowgrave” Vs. “Reading the Obituary Page”

 

Death is the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of a living organism; the end of an individual or animals life.  The two poems I have chosen are very unique in how they approach death.  The poem “Windowgrave” by Eamon Grennan address death as either going to heaven or hell, whereas the poem “Reading the Obituary Page” by Linda Pastan address death as a continuous life cycle.

After reading “Windowgrave”, I came to the conclusion that poet is describing death from an insect point of view but is really referring the message towards humans. The poet describes how “The dead bee lies on the window ledge, a relic” meaning a surviving memorial of something past (Grennan 1).  That line makes me think of how people attend a funeral and how they remember that individual’s life when they once were alive. Then the poem defines how an individual is put away in their caskets and buried by saying the “dust gathering on every follicle/ and on the geodesic dome of the head—all tucked in/ and tucked away, so neat is death (3-5). I like how the poet also describes how the insects are “lying on their sides as if /asleep” whereas human lay on their backs (6-7). The approach of the message is further expressed as he continue to demonstrate how they are taking “just a quick nap and they’ll be up and off/ about their business” (7-8). This demonstrates us as people that when we die it is just a short nap and we will be resurrected into new life. The fact that the poet described how “the air [is] crowded and loud with leftover angels”, expresses how they are happy and rejoicing that their souls are rising up into to God’s kingdom.  The impression the poet gives about the spider makes me think that the spider is someone who doesn’t believe in God simply because he explains that it has “fallen/ from grace but walking on air, vigilant in ways/ that harden the heart” (11-13).  Hardness of the heart describes a negative condition in which the person rejects the gracious offer of God to be a part of his or her life; which ultimately leads them to hell.

Dissimilar to “Windowgrave”, Linda Pastan’s poem “Reading the Obituary Page” approaches death differently in a way that she focuses more on the cycle of death. The poem begins describing the clothes of young boys and girls, “In starched dresses/ with ribbons/ in miniature jackets/ and tiny ties”, something that they would wear in a casket (Pastan 1-4). But, the boys and girls are all dressed up because they are at a birthday party and at the party they play a game of musical chairs. The narrator illustrates how “[they] would circle/ the chairs/ at birthday parties and/ when the music/ stopped, lunged/ to be seated” (6-10). The narrator reveals to the readers that during the cycle of death there is always going to be one individual that loses a chair, meaning loses his or her life. I love how the poet phrased the last line in the poem when she says, “One/ by one we were welcomed/ to hard ground/ and empty air (10-13). As the game of musical chairs continues, there will always be one person that will no longer have a chair in life, but a place in the ground.

However, both poems were amazingly interesting in the way it described death. Even though “Windowgrave” was more about dying and going to heaven or hell and “Reading the Obituary Page” focused more on the cycle of death they both explained death in a very unique way.

 

"Tariff" by Michelle Boisseau

Reading the title “Tariff”, I assumed the poem was going to be about some sort of tax or an actual fee. I soon realized that Michelle Boisseau’s poem was much deeper. After reading the first two lines, “It takes time to appreciate how I once/made a friend so unhappy the next night…” (Boisseau 1-2), it immediately grasped my attention to figure out what may be the aspects of this poem.

Michelle Boisseau was clever to use the word “Tariff” as the title of her poem. There are multiple meanings for the word but I’m assuming she used it to mean a system of duty, although I’m not sure. If she did, the meaning is kept a secret and remains unexplained or unknown which caused a lot of confusion while I was reading it. She explains how her friend died in the poem by saying, “... she steered off her Fiat Spider head on/ into an on-coming truck” (4-5). The narrator’s friend has been dead now for more than twenty years. She then expresses, “What I did to hurt her I won’t tell you—“(8).  I think the poet presented those qualities of not actually giving an answer to why she writes this poem the way she did, to be able to arose the curiosity amongst the readers. May be she wanted the readers to figure out what she did. The situation sounds like she did something that was awful but then again it might not be so bad.

Another thing I thought was unusual was the fact that this wasn’t the first time the poet wrote about this, she explains, ”While I go about turning this into a poem again/ turning over heavy marl, and garden/ in spring, and the wind picks up, flinging soil against my neck…” (11-14). I’m confused to way she includes an illustration of her in the garden turning over marl which is a type of fertilizer, then how the wind picks up tossing the soil all among her facial area. I get the feeling that the poet is demonstrating that the narrator feels guilty for the loss of her unhappy friend dying.  It represents how she really feels and that she has to pay the price by revisiting the memories every now and then.

This poem makes me anger and annoyed just because it’s not straight forward. You have to be able to brainstorm and come up with your own interpretation about the poem. The two question I would ask is why can’t the narrator tell what she did to hurt her? And why is it such a big secret? The overall message that I received from this poem and the narrator was that if you ever feel like something is your fault you will continuously have to pay for it.
 

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However, I consider the poem as a serious work, for the reasons being that it’s a mystery. Putting aside all of my confusion and anger towards this poem, I enjoyed the concept of the poem and how the poet kept it obscure, not expressing the meaning clearly or plainly to understand, but for the readers to come up with their own perception.

 

Two Love Poems

"Please Come Late" and the "Hate Poem" are two poems I found similar in 180 More Extraordinary Poems for Every Day. The two poems are alike due to the fact they both are based upon love.

“Please Come Late” by Hugo Williams is a poem about a girl who wants the guy to come late to whatever the place she is talking about. The girl (narrator) states at the beginning "Please come late, so that I have almost given you up..." (line 1-2). By the narrator begging for him to come late so that she has almost given him up, explains that she still wants him to come because she still have feelings for him. She prays that he is lost so she will never see him again. She wants him to come extremely late for her not to even notice he isn't there. Then she says "Make me suffer" (line 10). In this poem you see her thoughts as to wanting to suffer and wanting to miss him, but then she expresses how she has decided she doesn't want to see him. She go on by saying "I don’t really like you. I'd rather be on my own. I know it is all over between us, but I go on sitting here..." (22-25).  The girl (narrator) obviously has feelings for him but she doesn't want him to come near her until she has falling madly in love with him.

"Hate Poem" by Julie Sheehan is a "love-hate" poem. The narrator which is a girl, uses the term "Hate" multiple times throughout the poem. The term "Hate" in the poem really means love. Whoever the girl (narrator) is talking about she is obviously in love with him. When she says "Everything about me hates everything about you" (line 2). She is clearly trying to say she loves everything about him. It seems to me like she is in denial that she really loves him but is fearful of admitting it. "The flick of my wrist hates you. The way I hold my pencil hates you" (3-4). And she continues to go on. The way she expresses how she hates him makes me realize that she is constantly thinking about him. Instead of her expressing her true feelings for him, she avoids doing so by saying she "Hates" him in a harsh manner.  "My lungs, duplicitous, twins, expand with the utter validity of my hate, which can never have enough of you..." (line 23). That line clearly proves how madly in love she is with him.

 

 In both of the love poems they demonstrate love in a similar way by hiding their feelings or in other words not expressing their true feelings. Both of the narrators are madly in love with a guy. They both just have their own way of expressing it. In "Please Come Late" she wants him to make her miss him and suffer so that she can fall in love with him. Whereas in the "Hate Poem" she harshly uses the word "Hate" when deep down inside she loves him but just in denial. Both of the poems illustrate love in a very unique way but yet by reading between the lines you know exactly how they really feel towards their significant other.

"THE ALBATROSS" By Kate Bass

Reading the poem out loud the first time I had no idea what it was about. So by reading the poem about five more times I really tried to understand the meaning of it. I didn't know what albatross meant so I looked it up and it is a seemingly inescapable moral or emotional burden, as of guilt or responsibility. Then I was able to get an idea of what the poem could mean. The narrator of this poem is a woman who I think is known to be "The Albatross". It seems to me that she fakes the love she has for her husband/boyfriend by putting on the necklace I'm assuming he bought for her. She attempts to only put on the necklace right before he comes home. The woman explains how she reaches down to pick up her child, so she must have a child for him. She also seem like she's a stay at home mom.

 

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In the first stanza when she puts on the necklace she says how she hope to remember him and to think that he won't forget. Could it be that they relationship is falling apart? Maybe she wants to remember how he used to be or how their relationship use to be. What does the necklace symbolize? She describes the necklace "a blue that used to match my eyes" (line). What does she mean by that? How could her eye color change? Could it mean that she doesn't have eyes for him anymore, meaning she's no longer attracted to him?

In the second stanza, the first line, she states, "The necklace lies heavy on my skin" (line 7). Could the heaviness of the necklace symbolize that it is an emotional burden? Is she stressed or overwhelmed? If so, why? I think since the child might be his she may feel like she is bound or obliged to stay with him for the sake of their child. Does she feel like if she took his daughter and left him would she be the blame of the child not growing up with a father figure in her life? Does she feel like she is going to be accountable for explaining to her daughter why she left her father when she grows up? It seems to me that the couple is fairly young. Are they or were they teenage parents at the time they had their little girl?

The mother wishes away to afternoon and waits to hear the gate open and the key in the door. She illustrates how she hasn't done the laundry or put up the toys on the floor. I'm getting a sense that she has some sort of rebellion. She is probably tired of feeling like she is bound to do those things simply because they have a daughter together. Maybe she doesn’t want to take the responsibilities of the role of a wife, but at the same time she's thinking about her daughter.

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At the end, she explains how his voice doesn't sound familiar anymore but strange. Why is that so? This poem is very interesting to me but it is frustrating that I can't really grasp the meaning. This poem left me with a ton of question that I want answers to. Maybe the narrator left out so much information so the readers can brainstorm their own meaning of the poem.

 

The book Stitches: A Memoir

Stitches is a brilliant graphic novel that tells you a story of David's life growing up and how he was abused, as well as lacking love from his parents.

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I remembered when I first bought this book for English class flipping through the pages and wondering why we were going to read and discuss a comic book. It was kind of weird as I begin to read a couple of pages before I went to class, but as soon as class started and we begin to discuss about Stitches it was fairly interesting.

As we were assigned to read part of the book for the next class day I caught myself reading the whole book that night. It’s not long but it actually caught my attention with all the graphic pictures and how he was so creative with all the expressions that he showed in the book.  Facial expressions and his clever illustrations told a story alone. He developed narrative and emotional reactions with almost ten chronological pages of only panels without using any text. This was an incredible way to capture the reader’s attention.

From all the books I have read, I have never picked up or even thought about a graphic novel. I guess I never gave it a chance. With no choice for reading Stitches, I’m thrilled that I had a chance to discover a different way of reading. I have changed my perspective on graphic novels completely.

The author made a great decision to tell a story about David’s life through pictures. I honestly think that if he wrote about his life the traditional way with no pictures, it wouldn’t be as interesting to read. By reading a graphic novel you have the luxury to read it three different ways. You can go through the book not looking at the photographs and only reading the dialogue. You also can go through the book by only observing the pictures and try to get a sense of what the story is trying to explain. Lastly, you have the choice of reading the dialogue and observing the pictures at the same time. I did all three. By doing that, I learned that it’s a great way to get a better understanding of the book. 

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The fact that there wasn’t any color except black, white, and grey was ingenious. It was original even though comic books are also sometimes black and white. The color scheme throughout the book symbolizes all of the emotions and his dark childhood. There were pictures in the novel that had different angles that was unique. It wasn’t always parallel towards the character but more upward to actually get a better view of the illustration. For instance, like when he was in the elevator. He did a great job showing all the different pictures of the elevator opening and David pressing all of the buttons at once. The author also showed him observing the fetus and in the manner of him imagining the fetus jumping out the jar and running after him. The whole book is amazing how he took the readers on an adventure about how his life was growing up with the creative drawings.

Play House

Six-year-old David Small escapes from the painful experiences of his family life through imagination and creativity. As far as my childhood, it wasn’t as strange as David's, but my imagination and creativity often happened due to the fact that there wasn’t anything else to do.

My childhood consist of my cousin Kelly and I playing in the house. We basically grew up together because she would always be at my house. We are three years apart, so I was six and she was nine at the time when we would always play house. I remember one Christmas both of our moms bought us dolls that came with a baby carrier and a stroller. We also got a play kitchen set with a stove and everything that was in a kitchen. We loved helping our moms out around the house. We would help them cook dinner and help them clean the house.  Kelly and I were so fascinated by our mothers and what being a mom is like.

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So Kelly and I would go in our mom’s closet to find a wig to put on then we would go in their makeup bags finding lipstick and eye shadow to put on. After getting beautified, my cousin and I would pick what side of the house we want. We would be in separate parts of the house that we called “our house”. Then, we would go find our dolls and the items we need in the house. We would pull out our play kitchen set, our play vacuum and broom. Once we gathered everything we needed we were off to our part of the house.  

I remember I use to act as if I was rearranging the furniture and decorationing my dolls room. Then I would prepare dinner for me and my doll in my play kitchen. After cooking, I would gathering all the pots and pans and begin to wash them just as my mother would do. I would then rock my doll to sleep and put her in her crib. During that same time, my cousin also rocked her baby doll to sleep. We thought we were so grown up, that we would have a tea party amongst us two and act like we were gossiping, while our babies were sleep.  

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Sometimes our babies would get sick, but we never wanted to take them to the “doctor” so we thought we should take care of them ourselves.  We would go to the fridge and find juice that was reddish (mainly because our liquid medicine would usually be some sort of red) and put it in a jar. Then we would find a pencil or pen to us for a shot. We would find a flash light and get a Popsicle stick to look in the dolls mouth. I would get a bandana to tie around the lower part of my face pretending that it was a mask. We continued caring for our dolls until we thought they were ok.

That was pretty much our childhood creativity and imagination. Those activities shaped my creative energies as a child becuase if there wasn’t anything else to do we knew how to have fun, just the two of us. I think they continue to do so due to the fact that my cousin and I never have a dull moment.

My Childhood Memories

I remember one of my childhood memories when I was about four years old. I was outside playing, the sun was setting so it was about evening time and as I was walking on the sidewalk I looked at the ground behind me and saw a shadow. I didn’t know what a shadow was so I kept walking and I realized my shadow was still following me. I started running and crying because I was afraid of my own shadow. I remember my grandma was asking what was wrong and all I could do was point at my shadow continuing to run. She said “That’s your shadow, there’s nobody following you!” This memory stands out to me because I remembered running and screaming all because of my shadow. As I’ve gotten older and heard the stories I laugh because it was so hilarious.



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Another childhood memory I remember so clearly because I was getting to that age where I would do stuff just to see what would happen. I was either two or three years old at the time. My mother was making lunch and I was hungry but she told me I had to wait until she was finish. I remember she gave me an apple while I waited for lunch. I was walking around the house eating the apple and passed by the restroom. I guess my mother saw I was going in the restroom and she followed me. Just as she arrive at the door she said “Adrianne, you better not throw that apple in the toilet!” It was too late. It was already down the drain. I stopped up the toilet that day and my mom had to pay a plumber to get the apple out. I remember that like it was yesterday, it was so funny.

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I also remember a childhood memory when I was one years old. I would always be walking around the house with a bottle flapping up and down in my mouth and only wearing a diaper. My uncle would always come over to eat dinner with us and instead of him sitting at the table; he would lay on the floor right in front of the TV. I would always be around my uncle and every time he lay on the floor with his plate of food, I would turn around and sit in his plate. My mom would always yell at me. My uncle would always say that it was okay and he would scrap the food that was on my diaper back onto is plate and start eating again. I remember it because I always got yelled at for sitting in his food. This memory stands out to me because I remember doing it more than once. It was almost like I did it on purpose because my uncle would move his plate to the right and I would move to the right then he would move his plate to the left and I would move to left. Maybe I was trying to sit in his food on purpose. It was also a hilarious memory that I’ll never forget.