It was a summer July morning. The park had just opened and the victims were arriving. The day seemed perfect. Too perfect. They were flowers blooming and people having fun, the sun was catching a perfect blue sky, and then there was me, screaming “Whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna do when i come for you?” chasing a squirrel, pretending to be a detective. My passion, since I was little kid, was being a detective or in investigation, and I didn't even realize it till i had to really think about it.
When I was little I think I had an idea of what i wanted to be, because, me and my cousin, Dalia, always played this game, we just called it Our game, because that was the only name we could remember. The game was basically taking something and hiding it, and we would give each other clues. If you found the item,you get a sticker. I was really good at it. We used stickers because that was the only thing me and her could afford at a dollar tree, and i was too short to reach for any other item. This book reminds me of how important being a detective is, and how surprised I am that I still have it. …show more content…
People come and go everyday, and my job is to explain how. How did they die? When were they missing? Who did it? Why did they do it? When? It's my responsibility to answer those questions. If your loved one was killed,died, went missing suddenly, wouldn't you want to know,
When I was little I think I had an idea of what i wanted to be, because, me and my cousin, Dalia, always played this game, we just called it Our game, because that was the only name we could remember. The game was basically taking something and hiding it, and we would give each other clues. If you found the item,you get a sticker. I was really good at it. We used stickers because that was the only thing me and her could afford at a dollar tree, and i was too short to reach for any other item. This book reminds me of how important being a detective is, and how surprised I am that I still have it. …show more content…
People come and go everyday, and my job is to explain how. How did they die? When were they missing? Who did it? Why did they do it? When? It's my responsibility to answer those questions. If your loved one was killed,died, went missing suddenly, wouldn't you want to know,