The people walking by just stare at me and its getting annoying. The man walking his bike got a flat tire. I saw him hit the edge of the sidewalk and his tire exploded. It gave me a good laugh for a bit, the cars in front of me seem very dirty from the wheel fenders. The tires are Goodyear and the rims are just stock chevrolet caps. My dad just got home I pretended like I didn't see him so that he wont bother me. I hear the noises of the muscle cars that always rev their motors to make all the cars in the street beep. I find that noise soothing because I like the way it sounds.
My street actually calms me down when I'm stressing over things. The noises and views I catch with my vision are beautiful. My car is where my seat is at and I love coming inside to get away from everything. My street has so many close memories of mine and as I see all these little kids everywhere I just hope they get the same childhood as me. A childhood that shapes them into good intelligent people that will hopefully make it out of this little street. I thank my street for always calming me down at night as I watch the stars and bright moon. My street holds so much of me that it became a common place for me to always go to.
My name is Eric Salagdo I want to work for Wells Fargo as a Teller. I enjoy eating a different variety of foods.