SnapShot Narrative
Saturday’s the best day in the world I peek outside my window for a few minutes staring out at my neighbor’s houses for a few minutes, and then it hits me why I woke up this morning and why Saturday is the best day ever, the next new episode of Pokemon! So as I’m trying wiggle out my bed, for some reason, my every movement is quickly followed by a loud creek. But then I hear the grumbling coming from my parent’s room down the hall, so I wait a few minutes before I try to hop out again. When I finally get out I tip toe past my parents room and as soon as I’m clear I dart downstairs to spend some quality time with my good pal Mr. T.V. The sounds of my growling stomach telling me to refuel my food tank but I quickly told him to calm down moms routine breakfast on Saturdays was on its way soon, (which I could eat everyday for breakfast the rest of my life and never get sick of it) steamy hash browns eggs and the options of sausages or bacon, and sweet blueberry pancakes. While I was sitting in the darkness of the cold meat locker of a den I was flipping franticly from Fox 4 kids T.V. and WB trying to figure out what channel my beloved show would come on. As I mindlessly watched Kirby, sonic the hedgehog and the teenage mutant ninja turtles, and every other show they could possibly play. Except the one I was dying to watch; pokemon! Finally the moment I was waiting for all morning as I stared big eyed at the glowing screen during the commercial, it finally made it after what seemed an eternity (in actuality it was probably just an hour) pokemon was about to come on, Yes! So quickly ran all the upstairs reached in my closet grabbed every pokemon card and movie I had (don’t ask me why I did it I’m still in the process of figuring that out myself) and dashed back downstairs just in time to sing along to the opening song of the show and my day was complete. Saturday the best day in the world.
I was Raised by poem
I was raised young and free didn’t much really matter to me my momma used to pick it all out for me back then she decided who I was supposed to be. I was raised by my mom.
I was raised by a loud but close nit family if you mess with one your messing with all of us. But of course as expected we had fights but always in the end it was settled with and I love you and I’m sorry.
I was raised by a world with a lot of T.V. if it wasn’t dragon tales to spongebob, Bill Nye at school in school during science class all the way down to the best movie in the world spy kids, and I’m pretty sure if you started quoting some I’d be able to finish the rest.
I was raised by a world filled with fun theme parks and a lot of roller coasters it would range from the short and sweet kiddie rides at legoland and seaworld down to the big boy rides at six flags and Disneyland depending where you’re at.
I was raised in a world with ample amounts of fun stuff to read like spending 3 weeks on a thirty page Captain underpants book because I would do the flip-o-rama page for about an hour get tired of put it down and come back later and do the same page all over again.
I was raised by the swift blur of my older brothers quick breeze of teenage life into ongoing term of adulthood grasping whatever knowledge I could from him.
I was raised by my strong kind loving family I was raised by the Odoms.
I was raised by a loud but close nit family if you mess with one your messing with all of us. But of course as expected we had fights but always in the end it was settled with and I love you and I’m sorry.
I was raised by a world with a lot of T.V. if it wasn’t dragon tales to spongebob, Bill Nye at school in school during science class all the way down to the best movie in the world spy kids, and I’m pretty sure if you started quoting some I’d be able to finish the rest.
I was raised by a world filled with fun theme parks and a lot of roller coasters it would range from the short and sweet kiddie rides at legoland and seaworld down to the big boy rides at six flags and Disneyland depending where you’re at.
I was raised in a world with ample amounts of fun stuff to read like spending 3 weeks on a thirty page Captain underpants book because I would do the flip-o-rama page for about an hour get tired of put it down and come back later and do the same page all over again.
I was raised by the swift blur of my older brothers quick breeze of teenage life into ongoing term of adulthood grasping whatever knowledge I could from him.
I was raised by my strong kind loving family I was raised by the Odoms.
