As I view my street I can come to a conclusion that my neighbors are looking at me with a confused face. I think it's funny because I stare back at them with the exact same face. As they approach their cars I hear them sound the alarm off indicating that their car has opened. The wife is getting into her Mustang and the husband is getting into his Camaro.
As the parents begin to leave I see the kids come out to give them their last good-bye's. They woke up the dog that was sleeping on their front lawn, he looks grumpy and just as I predicted he walked to the side of their house to lay down. I don't see their cat that is usually out its always hissing at people walking by oh there he is under their boat he seems very lazy today because he is usually on top of their cars making a mess of dirty paw prints.
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.
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.