by Aurelio, Chicago high school student
I was a real big pain…I still am a real big pain for my mother. She was a teen parent when she had me and being her first son it was not easy for her. So to remember all of the things I put my mama through, here are some stories.
When I was four I was a bit of a pyromaniac. On Valentines Day while my mother was at work and my grandma in the living room, I wandered off into the kitchen. The stove was on, and what was cooking did not concern me, but the fire was beautiful. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and stuck it into the flames and it lit! The roll immediately ignited, and I got scared so I threw it on the wooden kitchen table with other paper towels and mail! The table went up in flames! I tried to extinguish the flames with my baby bottle but that failed. I got scared and ran to go hide under a table in the dinning room. My grandma smelled the smoke and ran to the kitchen. She put out the fire and called my mom. When we looked at the table part of the table was charred and it was in the shape of a heart. I still got in trouble. I’m sorry mom.
At the age of three my mother tried teaching me how to put on my shoes, but I kept putting them on the wrong feet. She came home from a long day of work and went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and walked out of the house. She woke up and saw the front door was open, and I was missing and she freaked out! She was running around looking for me. At that same time I walked into the house and she yelled,”Where were you?!” and I responded, “Kitty!” because at that age I liked to chase after kitties. When she looked down she saw that my shoes were on the right feet. Still got in trouble. I’m really sorry mom.
Around the same age of three Tarzan was on VHS. After watching the movie I thought I was Tarzan. I walked into the kitchen and saw the ceiling fan and its chord. I thought it was a vine. I got on a chair jumped! I swung over to another chair tearing the ceiling fan from the ceiling! My poor mother ran upstairs again, and yelled, “What are you doing!?” and I said, “Mama Tarzan!” Still got in trouble.
I’m really sorry mom for what I put you through. I love you mom.
Love your oldest,