My+First+House



My first house

By: Cynthia Underberg

When I was born I was born in the middle of the afternoon in Virginia. It was hot and I was born abnormally pale for an infant, I turned out to be pretty sick when I was young but I’m fine. I live in an apartment house with my mom, sister, and dad; just like I do now. The house was small in house terms, but large in apartment terms. There were a lot of trees where we lived, so I had raking duty with my dad. That also included: shoveling the snow off our long slim driveway, occasionally gathering some logs (wood) For our fireplace when the heater wasn’t enough in the winter, and ridding of spiders and the eerie sticky webs they call home. I had a best friend; she lived in the same neighborhood as I did those days. Her name was Abbigail Coreway, she was a redhead and had freckles scattered around her angular face. She was a tall girl while I was quite short back then, she would always beat me in our little duels. But, sadly as we began to grow closer to each other; she had to move to Washington DC. I never liked Washington for that reason; I would come and help her pack, the last four days she was still in our neighborhood. Every night when I prayed before bed; I would ask God to keep my best with me. After some time my sister Lisa (who is now twenty-seven) gave birth to mini-me. Alexis Katherine Kirk; my feisty sidekick. The first niece I ever had, she was a cute little squirt. I loved her with the young passion, of a little girl. She was a healthy baby as my mom and her mom would always say but, I’ll always remember when she first saw the world the hospital window was open and apparently a skunk was frightened; and sprayed its foul smelling spray. But, I don’t think she quite recalls the odd coincidence; for her senses were still new and couldn’t tell the difference of a good or bad fragrance. After my first year in the 1st grade; we decided to move. I wasn’t too thrilled but, strangely; I wasn’t too disappointed either. My teacher was happy though, I could tell by the tone of voice she used; when she announced it to my class. We chose a much larger house, down in Martinsburg WV. We still live in that house to this day; the only thing I miss from my old house (it was quite old while I was growing up there) was our forest like yard. I used to pretend I was on the hunt for bears and, foxes, and other forest mammals. But alas I hunted the squirrels that would scamper by as I hurriedly followed after them with my gun; which was a stick that made me think of them. I would wear one of my dad’s old jackets (for he IS old) that he’d wear while he was a young boy. If it was a cold day I would wear the raccoon looking hat with the jacket. I miss the house, but not as much as I missed the old things we got to do; at my first house.

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