March 1, 2015
My favorite childhood place
I was separated from my family at a young age. When I was 7 my family and I moved to Vallejo because of my father’s job. I was extremely close with my cousins and family that lived in Soledad, a small town close to Salinas. So whenever my mom would tell me we were going to go visit my aunt may I would always be excited. My cousins and I were and still are very close even though we don’t see each other as often as I’d like we are still a family and we protect each other and keep one another out of trouble, because that’s what families are supposed to do.
On the day I got to my aunt May’s house it was a cold windy night and there was a loud party going on inside her house, it was her husbands birthday. As I got out of the car tired from the 2 hour car ride I noticed my cousins sitting on the front porch waiting for me. They were all waiting for me, Alex, Rafa and Che I said “wassup” to them I was 11 at the time so we did the usual “cool” handshake any kids would do, shortly after we were on our way to our favorite store, Pachecos. It was a small family owned butcher shop but we weren’t there for the meat our favorite thing to get was the smoke bombs they sold. Small packets of 6 smoke bombs each in a variety of colors for just a dollar a packet, we all got 1 packet and started walking back home.
The way we usually used the smoke bombs would be to light about three at a time and throw them onto oncoming cars on the street but that night we were feeling a little more troublesome then usual. Brainstorming ideas for our criminal acts. My cousin Che the oldest of us and the leader of our little group was walking in front of us on our way back home and pointed to the backyard of a house down the street from our aunt Mays house. We all knew what we were going to do and exactly what Che was thinking, all with menacing grins on our faces and muffled laughs we sprinted to the tall white...
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