child hood story
As a child, I found myself getting on my parent's nerves. I would always want someone to play with, and normally when I would ask my dad would always say that he was too busy. Then he would tell me to go outside and play, which in essence meant go away and leave him alone. What I realized was that my dad was always going to be busy and that I needed to create a place to go where I could have fun, even when I had no one to play with. My imagination, as a child was very strong. Creating a hideaway for myself ws an easy task, one many years of joy and childhood memories that I still cherish today. This story is about me, as a little boy, around the age of eight years old. I lived in a neighborhood with many older couples, which meant not having many children my age to play with. So this led me to depend on my family for entertainment. Being the hard working couple that my parents were they did not always have time to play with me. Luckily I found alternative ways to pass the time. Passing time usually consisted of playing with logs of wood. I would spend hours at a time playing with these logs. Honestly, I had such a wonderful imagination that I could look at a log and see a high tech military weapon. My fa
vorite game was to go outside and set up little army men, then take cover and have a shoot out. Well, my favorite game soon became boring because the army men always lost for some odd reason. Day by day I would dream up new games I could play while my parents were working. Some days I would scale mountains that were a thousand feet tall, which some of us call trees. Other days I could be found in my space shuttle also referred to as a cardboard box. Upon returning home I found my mom in the kitchen. It was odd for her to be home at this time because she is usually at work. She looked at me, and started scolding me for not leaving a note saying where I was going. Sensing trouble, I told her I went to ride my bike. My mom did not really get that mad, she was just worried because she had no idea where I was when she returned home. I did not tell my mom I was out working on my fort because I wanted it to be my own secret place. The rest of the day I stayed home to keep my mother from getting suspicious. A child hood story that is very imaginable and creative. i made a B on it. in English 101. The following day I went back to the strange clearing in the woods. I decided I would make a fort with the junk wood and tin that was left in the clearing. There were four trees that As time went on I became older and my fort became obsolete. Year by year I slowly stopped going to my fort in the woods. Then one day when I was fourteen the house of the elderly man was filled with people. I became suspicious of what was going on. Later on that day when my father came home from work I asked what all those people were doing down the road. My dad told me that man who lived in that house had I thought to myself that this could be a perfect hideaway or just a nice spot to come and play. Soon after I put the roof on the fort I heard a noise coming from the trail. I looked up and saw an elderly man carrying some scrap wood. At this time I was afraid that this man was going to yell at me and tell me to get off his property. Well, he approached me and asked who built the fort I was st
Some common words found in the essay are:
, fort prayer, wood tin, junk wood tin, playing logs, returning home, scrap wood, favorite game, tree branches, junk wood, nice night, clearing woods,
Approximate Word count = 1428
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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