Memories

Bader, Matt
English 1301.290
September 12, 2002

My Little House of Horrors Memories

Our new house seemed like a palace after living in a dump about the size of our new garage. Our new neighborhood was definitely a step up from the previous one. Instead of finding used syringes and remnants of beer bottles, you could see children playing. The homes all have an aura of simplicity. Our neighbors are all similar to us, middle class white families with a blue-collar work ethic. About halfway down our freshly paved street lays our humble abode. The grass in the front yard is just starting to grow back after a fungus consumed all but about three square feet. The huge oak tree in the front yard doesn’t exactly help things with its bulky branches replete with acorns blocking any sunlight that may try to seep through. Just beyond the plague-stricken front yard is the front door. This front door is the darkest place on earth at 2:30 in the morning when you can’t stand up...