Personal Narrative: Lolapalooza

On the second day that the woman and her sons were alone, the lightbulb in the main room went out. It resulted in the cabin going very dark, to resolve it, the woman then brought over a stool and a new light bulb. The puppy the family owned went and jumped up at the son's face, while he was holding the stool still for his mom. When he let go of the stool his mother was standing on, to hit the dog, the mother fell, hit her head, and cracked it open. She got knocked out and passed out for a while, then woke back up to the sight of her sons staring at her.

Oikawa was home a morning late. He told Iwaizumi that he was going out clubbing with a few friends and be back before midnight. It was eight o 'clock in the morning and Iwaizumi stood up all night waiting for his husband to return home. He held their baby in his arms as he was crying all night long and finally fell asleep. Oikawa tried to sneak in, but with his husband sitting right in front of their door to his house, it was inevitable to sneak into their home without being caught.

It was an autumn morning- the crisp September breeze was rattling the newly bare tree limbs, leaves of crimson red, orange and golden tones covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the smell of freshly bailed hay roamed the little parking lot full of vendors. As I got out of my car to walk under the festive tents a lady who seemed quite important and knowledgeable about the Bridgeport Farmers Market walked by ringing a bell. People started traveling through the tents discussing with vendors and other shoppers about an array of things; like the weather or ‘this eggplant color is so rich’ or ‘the healing power of the cookbook.’     Quickly, the small little shopping center that was filled with vibrant colored fruits, vegetables, and flowers became extremely loud. Conversations and chatter were surrounding me as I began to enter the tiny outdoor supermarket.

He went upstairs to his room. He had a window with a roof. He like to star gaze when he was sad. He saw something on fire falling from the sky. He went to go check it out.

Slowly, the house replaced the parents in the children’s eyes as the authority and with the realization that all they need is the house, the feelings of resentment grew towards their parents. These seemingly sweet and innocent children were underestimated and hid their ironic dark desires from everyone. They let out their desires in the nursery, as it “caught the telepathic emanations of the children’s minds and created life to fill their every desire. The children thought lions, and there were lions. The children thought zebras, and there were zebras.

All of a sudden, all of the lights went out. They ran around helplessly for what felt like hours. Soon Mrs. Davis saw a white figure coming at them. Mrs. Davis passed out and Mr. Davis heard a loud thump. He was scrambling

Family isn't always by blood, it's by the ones who are always there and care for you. That is the theme is Block Party by Jewell Parker Rhodes. A family is split up and they live in a small house with many family members in it. The people in the community throw many block parties celebrating their freedom. Anyone can plan the parties.

The white wind blew from the east, the yellow from the west. Eight mirage people walked around the objects four times. When they finished their walk the buckskin was lifted and there lay a man and a woman. White ear of corn turned into a man. The yellow ear of corn turned into a woman.

Early in the story there is a mood of hope and excitement despite the boys “incarceration”. This is highlighted in the description of the moon illuminating the snow covering the ground outside the boys sleeping quarters. “The moon and the stars spread a thin blue light over the whitening ground below.

I’ve never seen snow in my life until we were on our way. We drove to Iowa so when we were getting close, I remember the first time I touched snow and it wasn’t anything I thought it was like. I thought snow was soft but when I touched it was hard and icy. We lived in my aunt’s house, in her basement. Starting school at the elementary in Orange City, I was used to having a variety of races in my school, but when I went to school for the first time here all I saw was white people.

Sparrows big as eagles! I turned around to look at this fellow and he had this light coming out of him. I had to cover up my eyes to keep from being blinded. He shining like new money…looked over and seen my daddy standing there. He was the same…

The imagery of the excerpt focuses on the town the children arrive in and the weather they endure. Although only mentioned in the first half of the excerpt, the weather has a considerable effect on the children

The kids don’t read, nor ever go out to play. Instead, they just fool around with their cool gadget, the nursery. At page 7, all Peter wanted to do was to go « play in Africa  ». The nursery is the most important thing to them.

The day was just after my brother’s birthday and we had just finished celebrating his birthday. My brother was more surprised, however, by the amount of snow that covered the yards outside. We both awoke to a sight much more impressive than that of December, a white landscape obscuring everything laying on the ground, including the cars. My brother and I changed faster than firemen getting ready for a rescue, as we ran outside to see the fascinating snow that surrounded our neighborhood.

My friends, Spurthi and Maya, and I were outside for recess. The wind was howling, pushing little sparkles of snow and wisps of frosty coldness along with it. We walked close together, hands in our pockets, huddled together to stay warm. Yet I could feel the frigid air biting at me, aiming especially at my hands. I’d forgotten to wear my gloves.