Descriptive Essay On My Childhood Home

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Being raised in a small town lower classed city called Cleveland Texas, my goal was to make it out of the rural area. The blue house is what I called my childhood home, even though most of the blue paint was chipped off and you mostly seen wood with a few areas of chipped blue paint. Before, getting to the house you had to go about a half mile down a red dirt clay road before getting to what looked like a small blue shake. Living in the home was a total of ten people, which included myself, mother, father, three siblings and three older cousins that stayed with us at the time. There were three small bedroom that did not include any type of closet, a full sized bed, and two dressers with a small TV with the fat back attached to it. It also had …show more content…

In the city there was nothing more than H-E-B, Walmart, Brookshire Brothers, Jack-In-The Box, Taco Bell, Whataburger and a Ford car dealership, this basically made up the town besides a few churches, two parks, empty buildings, and either burned down house or foreclosed house. The only happiness I found in Cleveland was the park that was within walking distance of my house. Everyone from my side of the track which were mostly lower classed African Americans, everybody and they families came to the park around five o’clock into ten sometimes even eleven o’clock ever Sunday night. There were lots of open space considering our park only had a rusty swing set, a full sized basketball court which had no nets and one of the goals that had no rim at all. There was also a large felid which appeared to be a baseball felid, judging by the old faded white chalk base marks and the rusty wood belchers behind the half silver wire gate. Sunday was like a big outside gathering where you had got to see everyone. It was almost like a high school lunch with all the different groups of people speared into groups of male, female, couples and of course the kids of all different ages. For a place with so little it was filed with nothing but joy and love on Sunday

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