Ohio St.
Some of my fondest memories as a kid are on Ohio St. I lived there till the age of 8. I remember playing outside without a care or worry in the world. My cousins lived one house away. There was Tavo who was my age and Junior who was my brother's age. Naturally, Tavo and I would always play together (our brothers are five years older than us). He'd bring his G.I Joes and I'd bring my Barbies. Our imaginations would do the rest. It was usually his G.I Joes having to save my Barbies from a life threatening situation or evil kidnappers. I remember having a friend named Marvin. I loved that guy. He was my closest friend. I always wonder what happen to him. He would always say he wanted us to come out in Double Dare. It was some Nickelodeon show where kids would compete through obstacles. Seemed like oodles of fun! He was so sure we could win. I also remember a girl named Jessica. Her dad would always walk around in his tighty whiteys. She'd always get so embarrassed. He seemed to get a kick out of it. Then there was my evil babysitter. She lived across the street from us. I remember asking my mom if she could watch me. She seemed so nice in front of my mom but behind close doors she was evil! I remember my mom would have to drop me off at the crack of dawn due to her work hours. The evil babysitter would put two chairs together in the kitchen and tell me to sleep there. I felt like crap every time. She could have allowed me to lay down on the couch or something. I wish I could see her today to tell her off. There is also the fond of memory of my brother having to walk me to school, complaining the whole way. Guess he was annoyed and embarrassed of having to walk his kid sister. Aww, I have to mention my dad's Impala. Man, I loved that car! I still remember the leather seats and the pride my pops took in that beaut. He was (and is) bad arse. I'm still a little bitter that my mom made him sell it. I suppose it was for the best. So many wonderful memories of that little one bedroom duplex. I sometimes still drive by just to say "Hello little house, remember me?".
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| I think I was 3 years old here. My dad's Impala is behind me. |
Some of my fondest memories as a kid are on Ohio St. I lived there till the age of 8. I remember playing outside without a care or worry in the world. My cousins lived one house away. There was Tavo who was my age and Junior who was my brother's age. Naturally, Tavo and I would always play together (our brothers are five years older than us). He'd bring his G.I Joes and I'd bring my Barbies. Our imaginations would do the rest. It was usually his G.I Joes having to save my Barbies from a life threatening situation or evil kidnappers. I remember having a friend named Marvin. I loved that guy. He was my closest friend. I always wonder what happen to him. He would always say he wanted us to come out in Double Dare. It was some Nickelodeon show where kids would compete through obstacles. Seemed like oodles of fun! He was so sure we could win. I also remember a girl named Jessica. Her dad would always walk around in his tighty whiteys. She'd always get so embarrassed. He seemed to get a kick out of it. Then there was my evil babysitter. She lived across the street from us. I remember asking my mom if she could watch me. She seemed so nice in front of my mom but behind close doors she was evil! I remember my mom would have to drop me off at the crack of dawn due to her work hours. The evil babysitter would put two chairs together in the kitchen and tell me to sleep there. I felt like crap every time. She could have allowed me to lay down on the couch or something. I wish I could see her today to tell her off. There is also the fond of memory of my brother having to walk me to school, complaining the whole way. Guess he was annoyed and embarrassed of having to walk his kid sister. Aww, I have to mention my dad's Impala. Man, I loved that car! I still remember the leather seats and the pride my pops took in that beaut. He was (and is) bad arse. I'm still a little bitter that my mom made him sell it. I suppose it was for the best. So many wonderful memories of that little one bedroom duplex. I sometimes still drive by just to say "Hello little house, remember me?".
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