I met Mikennon during the tender age of five, I still have a vague memory of sitting in my dad’s big blue lazy boy. I had a ball in my lap and was watching gargoyles. He walked in the door, we looked at each other. I invited him to sit on the couch and watch cartoons with me. I had no idea that this weird chubby kid would be like during middle school and Into high school. Not to mention the step-mother that would come in the Big Mac package.
When Mikennon and I were little, we lived in garden city and we had an apartment which had two floors. I lived in a little room on the lower floor and Mikennon and Cheyanne (my sister) lived in the living room. We had many rainy days that we would either get along great or we would hate eachother's guts. One day we got along great the two of us had the wonderful idea of jumping off the top bunk in the bed to the couch or onto the floor which we covered with an army of stuffed animals and pillows. It was wonderful fun until one of us pushed the other off or we landed wrong and went running to mommy. I remember having a big television downstairs also, which one day while playing with a half full, green, piggy bank found it’s way thrown into the screen as a young me was being rebellious to my sister. …show more content…
I remember the moment my father walked down the stairs and was wondering about the sudden loud noise, followed by silence. Trying to hide the broken TV, we all stayed quiet and hoped he wouldn't turn it on. He did, I got in trouble and went to timeout in my room. One summer morning we had gotten bikes and were riding them around the dirt road behind the building. We found a red ant mound and as young, destructive children we didn't really think through the whole if you put your back tire on the mound and send it and the thousands of fire ants flying. Especially pissed off fire ants at two young
When Mikennon and I were little, we lived in garden city and we had an apartment which had two floors. I lived in a little room on the lower floor and Mikennon and Cheyanne (my sister) lived in the living room. We had many rainy days that we would either get along great or we would hate eachother's guts. One day we got along great the two of us had the wonderful idea of jumping off the top bunk in the bed to the couch or onto the floor which we covered with an army of stuffed animals and pillows. It was wonderful fun until one of us pushed the other off or we landed wrong and went running to mommy. I remember having a big television downstairs also, which one day while playing with a half full, green, piggy bank found it’s way thrown into the screen as a young me was being rebellious to my sister. …show more content…
I remember the moment my father walked down the stairs and was wondering about the sudden loud noise, followed by silence. Trying to hide the broken TV, we all stayed quiet and hoped he wouldn't turn it on. He did, I got in trouble and went to timeout in my room. One summer morning we had gotten bikes and were riding them around the dirt road behind the building. We found a red ant mound and as young, destructive children we didn't really think through the whole if you put your back tire on the mound and send it and the thousands of fire ants flying. Especially pissed off fire ants at two young