Glen Abby Street....

The place where i live now.... I remember when i moved here when i was seven years old young and confused little child..... My house was 2 floors the first floor was the main entrance then i had my own room and my brothers room was right beside mine. Every day i could hear him crank up the radio and wake up. Honestly i wanted to sleep in. The 2 floor is where my family meets. The dining room is right in the living room while the kitchen is in a separate room. my mom and dads room was on it to. My sisters room was n the 2 floor right beside my dads office. I lived 7 blocks down from the GMS school. So i could walk 2 minites then I get to school. Lets just say my neighbor hood was pretty boring there where no friends I could walk to. But on top of that I sure had some fun times...

I remember when I got my first long board and crashed into the stop sign across from my house. Beside the stop sign there was a big field. It looked like a big grassy bowl. I remember in the winter time I went on my sleg and zoomed down the dowm hill. There was a little stream that came out a tube. I think it was a sewage pipe..... There was lots of weeds and worms there. I remember we used to get worms and feed them the the colossal ant hill. One time I was feeding the worm to the ants and the ants covered my legs. I screamed and shook all of them off. I remember in the mailbox i almost slammed my hand in the little steel door. The most dangerest place in my life is the field where the sewage is. There is like people who do bad things ( if you know what i mean) That was some of the things outside of my house. I my backyard.

In my backyard I had a herb garden. I can remember the aroma of the 4 chives ( a different type of onions),also 2 garlic chive bunches ( called chinnese chives, is like garlic but in stems), and then a little bush of italian parsley, then the sweet smell of lettuce basil, also some 3 green onion bulbs ( witch is still growing). That was the only place where everything was quiet. When i s melled the aroma of the masterpiece i could image all the work from the prosses of making the box to planting the herbs and carring for them. Wattering them every 2 day. This is where I could drain all of my thoughts of life out and absorb the nature of growth and peacefulness. Anything in the little box garden made everything work to geather. it was like my garden was filled with diversity. All the ants worked togeather and ate the afids and the worms made the soil richer. The spiders trapped the pesty insects to keep my garden tip top shape. I didn't use and pesticides so that the bugs would live in a different place. I wanted them to help my garden flurish. And also amke me happy. That was my favorite place ever. To just to be me.
That was some of my memories.... of where I lived.....