Dwon’s English blog

 This was a time I was obsess over stealing my mothers call. I would take her car every Friday just to go see friends and see some girls, you know how that go.  One time I told the car and went to see about 2 girls, but they were about an hour away. Take the car around 2am and as soon as I meet up with the first girl, she called and told me I have 20mins to get there or she calling the police and saying the car stolen. I can picture myself reaching Grandma’s frost-filled chest freezer for the ever-present box of Eskimo Pies. Her well-stocked pantry and doily-covered tabletops contained loads of delectable treats I was often denied at home:  pastries, chocolate-covered marshmallow cookies,  and  delicate bowls of jellied orange sticks and other candy. I don’t remember living in Florida . I was five and though I get flashes of memories that walk me through that year, mostly,  I don’t remember. What I do remember is the feel of the brick building that held my kindergarten class, where I g