Showing posts with label memoir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memoir. Show all posts

Monday, December 12, 2011

Fishing

I love and hate fishing. Mom throwing the net, Titi scaling the fish, Ana and Andrea throwing the line far out into the water. Me, I'm throwing the line too or annoying the crabs. Pinch. They go at my silverware. Pinch, pinch. Little did they know that they were going to be part of the circle of life.
I still remember being little and carrying the yellow bucked full of fish with Titi. 15 fishes and 11 crabs i counted. It was a tad heavy for me so practically waddled all the way to the car. The bucket is half full or half empty, I never really got that. I only care if there is water in it or if I can get a refill. Hello? Waiter why are you on Mars every time I need water?
"Get in the car!" She screams," GET IN THE CAR!" We all take off running.
"They're here," I scream. Mosquitoes. Annoying hell created female bloodsuckers. They suck your skin with no mercy leaving itches and red blotches. Yes, they are here, those miserable hell creatures.
"Ow, ow, ow!" we all scream in reasoning. I started to count them, I always do.
"Seven new ones." I say. That is really the only thing I hate about fishing, the mosquitoes. Yet I still love fishing, it's a wonderful experience full of fun and annoying the crabs. I can't really say much because I normally catch three or four but this time I caught only three, I just like the fact that we are together. Ana caught five and Andrea two.
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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Mother's Day


Dear Mommy,        
The online magazine, Smith asked their readers to describe their life in six words. The result was worldwide as many famous and not so famous people started to create more. The Smith magazine ended up publishing book titled, Not Quiet What I was Planning. It became such as marvelous idea that some people were simply writing them everywhere from bathroom mirrors to street art. One had to describe one’s own life in a concise matter, six words not one more or one less. Therefore Mrs. Meadows asked us to create some of our own.

Thus, my mind was full of words that were all trying to come together to form the perfect sentence to describe you. I came up with tons, but once they came out to more than six words. Until I finally picked the perfect one. You are always showing me new things to learn from and always with that sweetness of yours. Plus you are beautiful and let nobody say anything else.
Sincerely,
Ximena Vasquez Perez