Creative Writing: When I Was A Kid
When I was a kid we left the dirty streets of Brooklyn, New York for the
quieter suburban streets of Connecticut. We moved into a large house in Norwalk,
Connecticut. Norwalk is the sort of town that dreams of being a big city but
will always be just another small port on the Connecticut coastline. Like out
of some horror story, the south side of town offers plenty of frightening
images: ghettos, drug dealers, prostitutes, graffiti, and even young urban
professionals. The south end was a popular place to work, but when the day
ended, these young men and woman got into their BMWs, Porsches, and other toys
and drove to safe ground. Most found their way to surrounding towns: ...
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without a clue of it's underlying sickness and
disagreeable citizens.
One of my first discoveries was the river that passed through the middle of town.
I was only a kid, maybe ten, when I started fishing by the edge of the river.
It wasn't easy finding the perfect location; this was a place where I would
want to be alone, a place to get away from the unhappiness that would spread
like fire through my home on occasion.
This time away was possibly the most important thing to me then. When I turned
eleven years old, one of my favorite gifts was a large book. When the moment
was right, I ran upstairs to my bedroom, opened the book, and found the word
"fish." The brown book, Funk and Wagnals (the name made me giggle), defined the
word: to catch or try to catch fish. to try to get something in an artful or
indirect manner.
To me, good old Funky Wagnails couldn't be further from the truth; the true
meaning of fishing. It wasn't about hunting fish or about rods and reels ...
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aware of her ominous size, she usually ignored it. These
were times where she would come face to face with the dark shadow her weight had
cast on her life. Like when we would go to the movies and she would be
uncomfortable in the small theater seats. Sometimes people would stare at her
as she tried to casually manipulate herself into her chair. There was the time
she had gotten into a crowded elevator and saw the small sign by the doors, 1000
pounds maximum, and worried that she and the unfortunate people riding with her
were going to plunge to their deaths. So, although she was acutely aware of her
size, she usually pushed these thoughts away. It wasn't until years later ...
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