I have been sick with the flu the last few days. I've decided to work on some writings that I've always wanted to do. I have this goal to write a book in my life time, I guess that will only happen if I actually start writing. So, I hope this goes well...
Story 1 Part 1
Our father pulled his car into the strange, gravel driveway and put it in park. My older brother Steven and I sat in back staring out of the windows wondering where we had traveled to. We were equally confused why our dad had gotten us out of bed so early this morning…
Breathing in the air with his nose pointed up as if he wanted to inhale all the heavens, dad barged in our bedroom unannounced and let out a big satisfied sigh. “Rise and shine!” he exclaimed ripping open the curtains allowing sunshine to flood into our room. Gesturing out the window our dad looked over at us.“Hey guys, look out this window. What a beautiful day, uh?” Steven and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. It was an early Saturday morning. The only thing we wanted to do on our much deserved day off of school was to sleep in a while longer…and maybe watch cartoons and WWF wrestling all morning with large bowls of cereal. At the doorway our dad turned around and snapped loudly to regain our attentionton. “Get dressed, we’re leaving soon!” He skipped out of out room mumbling to himself. No sooner had we stumbled out of the warmth and comfort of our beds, we found ourselves in the family station wagon speeding out of the driveway still trying to rub the sleep from our eyes.
After a while on the road, dad started to whistle . It reminded me of a song out of one of those bubbly Disney movies; the ones where the birds and forest animals danced around. From behind, we could see our dads head bob up and down to the tune of his whistling as would a Jack-in-box after escaping from its boxy prison. Steven was the first to break the silence between us that morning in the car. He leaned in close to me so only I could hear his words, “We are in trouble. He only whistles like that when he thinks he’s come up with something he thinks is brilliant.” He paused. “I wonder what it is this time.” Steven turned back around to stare out the window like he was deep in a thought. “Remember last time he started whistling? Oh man, I do not like this. We better stay alert.”
I always listened to what Steven had to say. He was smart and focused. I looked up to him because of the way he faced things. He was never afraid; he had learned courage at an early age. Our mother went in to labor early with Steven. The doctors at the hospital were not confident the new born would make it through the delivery process. They were wrong. Steven was born very prematurely, but he was alive. Dad said he only weighed as much as a can of pop and he was about the same size too. Doctors were still unsure of Steven’s chances of surviving. They said he was just too undersized and fragile. But my dad said that Steven was a fighter, sort of like a real life Hulk Hogan. Steven, though very weak, fought and fought and he survived the odds. He continues to be a fighter today and doesn’t back down from anything. He is the spunkiest person I know. He must have been born a pop can full of caffeine soda because he always has energy and never stops moving. I was relieved to have him in the car with me. Suddenly, I remembered what Steven was talking about. “Oh no, is that when he bought the video camera and started filming everything. Yes, do I remember. You know, one time he dropped me off at school and got out of the car to film me walking to my class. Talk about embarrassing…he came into my actual classroom and...
“Shhh! Steven signaled for me to be quiet. “I think we are here.”
Story 1 Part 1
Our father pulled his car into the strange, gravel driveway and put it in park. My older brother Steven and I sat in back staring out of the windows wondering where we had traveled to. We were equally confused why our dad had gotten us out of bed so early this morning…
Breathing in the air with his nose pointed up as if he wanted to inhale all the heavens, dad barged in our bedroom unannounced and let out a big satisfied sigh. “Rise and shine!” he exclaimed ripping open the curtains allowing sunshine to flood into our room. Gesturing out the window our dad looked over at us.“Hey guys, look out this window. What a beautiful day, uh?” Steven and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. It was an early Saturday morning. The only thing we wanted to do on our much deserved day off of school was to sleep in a while longer…and maybe watch cartoons and WWF wrestling all morning with large bowls of cereal. At the doorway our dad turned around and snapped loudly to regain our attentionton. “Get dressed, we’re leaving soon!” He skipped out of out room mumbling to himself. No sooner had we stumbled out of the warmth and comfort of our beds, we found ourselves in the family station wagon speeding out of the driveway still trying to rub the sleep from our eyes.
After a while on the road, dad started to whistle . It reminded me of a song out of one of those bubbly Disney movies; the ones where the birds and forest animals danced around. From behind, we could see our dads head bob up and down to the tune of his whistling as would a Jack-in-box after escaping from its boxy prison. Steven was the first to break the silence between us that morning in the car. He leaned in close to me so only I could hear his words, “We are in trouble. He only whistles like that when he thinks he’s come up with something he thinks is brilliant.” He paused. “I wonder what it is this time.” Steven turned back around to stare out the window like he was deep in a thought. “Remember last time he started whistling? Oh man, I do not like this. We better stay alert.”
I always listened to what Steven had to say. He was smart and focused. I looked up to him because of the way he faced things. He was never afraid; he had learned courage at an early age. Our mother went in to labor early with Steven. The doctors at the hospital were not confident the new born would make it through the delivery process. They were wrong. Steven was born very prematurely, but he was alive. Dad said he only weighed as much as a can of pop and he was about the same size too. Doctors were still unsure of Steven’s chances of surviving. They said he was just too undersized and fragile. But my dad said that Steven was a fighter, sort of like a real life Hulk Hogan. Steven, though very weak, fought and fought and he survived the odds. He continues to be a fighter today and doesn’t back down from anything. He is the spunkiest person I know. He must have been born a pop can full of caffeine soda because he always has energy and never stops moving. I was relieved to have him in the car with me. Suddenly, I remembered what Steven was talking about. “Oh no, is that when he bought the video camera and started filming everything. Yes, do I remember. You know, one time he dropped me off at school and got out of the car to film me walking to my class. Talk about embarrassing…he came into my actual classroom and...
“Shhh! Steven signaled for me to be quiet. “I think we are here.”
To Be Continued....
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