Raw Draft

Story 1:

I was 5, and I sat in my driveway. Around me in our front yard, were piles of random crap, things like lawn chairs and coffee tables. I was crying though, because what kind of 5 year old wants to see their toys being sold. Despite my bawling though, my parents kept getting rid of my things. For a 5 year old, it kind of sucked.

The worst part though, was when this other little kid came by with his father, and bought my Thomas the Tank Engine Train Table. His dad came over to my dad, asked if it was for sale, my dad nodded, he paid for it, and then loaded it into his truck. For me, that Train Table was the shit. I yelled at my parents to get it back, get it back! But the man, drove his truck away, and my parents paid no attention to me, because I was just a 5 year old.

After this experience, I knew everything I needed to about moving: It sucked. But my parents had made up their mind, and I couldn't do anything.

Story 2:

This is another story of when I was moving to New York. It happens when I found out we were leaving.  I was eating dinner in the kitchen with my mom and my brother, when my dad walked over. He had been finishing work previously.

He gave us some spiel about having big news, and told us that his work was moving out of Arlington to New York. I didn’t really understand what this meant at first, but my brother acted like it was a big deal so I went along.

I caught on though, when my dad said, “And were selling the house, unfortunately, so that we can afford an apartment in New York. This explained to me, why he had been taking so many business trips to New York, and why he had not been around much lately, but I was shocked. I guess I thought my parents would consult with me before making the decision to move, but they didn’t. I was kind of hurt that they didn’t value what I wanted.

My prompts:

Prompt 5: One way I could change my story is like this...

I came home one day and realized my Thomas the Tank Engine train table was gone. At first, I thought my parents had just moved it, so I searched around the house. After I couldn't find it in the

Prompt 2: One of the major things I associate with when I moved was that it happened very suddenly and that I didn't get much of a say in it. I think that this might be something that I want to focus on later in my story. It seems like it wasn't as much about the moving as it was about my relationship with my parents.

Prompt 1: In this story I was kind of like one of those birds that fluffs up its feathers and plumage to get the attention of other birds. I think this simile works because these stories were a lot about me wanting to get on my parents radar, and to have a relationship with them where they wanted my opinion. In this story though, they didn't really value my input so I guess it didn't work.