As I sit here writing this, I have not typed a word without grief filled tears flooding from my eyes. Heartbroken, depressed, companionless, in the early years of my adolescent life, I had no ally, no comrade, no one. I was alone. As I moved into my house in the beautiful, sunny, Southern California I knew my lonesomeness would be abolished, I could feel it in my humble bones. The grass, the brightest green, the air, crisp and the warm sun touching my skin, soothing. As a young child adventure taunted me, I explored every nook and cranny of my the neighborhood, finding secret places high up above in trees and low beneath the dark bushes. On warm cozy day in november, I fiercely knocked on the doors of the street looking for children…not an unripe soul. Sitting on my porch, I spotted an old pruned lady, I was always afraid of old women for reason I do not remember, however something about this one struck me as purely interesting. I did not know why, but she intrigued me.
The next day I woke up to my heart beating out of my chest, my muscles pulling myself out of bed. Passion for companionship ran through my body, today I meet the woman. When I rang her bell, she opened the door with a soft smile and instantly I knew, she was magical. I will never forget those comforting words spoken to me, “why don’t you come on down tomorrow to play some games’’
Eagerly, I responded, “Yes ma’am, finally someone to play with”. Every day I pranced over in the early morning and…