I am a ridiculously fast typist, so I have transcribed this conversation word-for-word. Enjoy."Hallo?"
"Hey, Anyu-"
"Vhat dah story?"
"Great news, the Leeway Foundation gave me a grant to write some our family stories to encourage young people to talk to their grandparents and parents!"
"You know, I saw Cheryl de odder day, she got so fat. She's like 200 pounds."
"Mom, listen. I'm going into the radio station to read some of my writing, isn't that great? It tapes Monday."
"How do you know dat dis is a real radio station? Vhat if someone made it up so they could kill you?"
"Wow. I call to tell you happy news, and you jump to the worst thing ever. Quit worrying."
"So vhat are you telling the public?"
"Well, I was going to read a couple stories, you know, something funny about us. Maybe the cat story."
"Don't tell our bank account information."
"Okay."
"So a boyfriend is coming with you, right?"
"Well, uh, I-"
"How are you going to handle parking?"
"I was gonna-"
"You need to park at the garage where Stu used to park, he knew the cheapest places in town."
"Yeah, mom, that garage is across town."
One night, a noise woke me up.
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I wriggled around to free myself from the blankets that Nagymama tied to the mattress with shoelaces, and climbed over the fortress of chairs that my family put around the bed to insure that I wouldn't fall out of bed.
I looked around and realized that I wasn't at home at all! I was in an old spooky castle with brown stone walls that climbed for miles and cobwebs that blanketed every corner. I tried to peer out a window, but I wasn't tall enough to reach the ledge. All I could see was hints of a dark purple sky and the sliver of a moon.
"Anyu?" I called, as my voice echoed down the empty corridor.
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It was coming from behind a closed door.
I slowly crept towards the door, my bare feet chilled by the bumpy stone floor. I slowly turned the doorknob and peered inside. It was nothing but a closet full of Nagymama's doilies and tablecloths embroidered with hundreds of...
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This is part 2 of The Shopping Nightmare.
As my mother, aunt, cousins, and I walked through the echoing halls of the Middlesex Mall, I was relieved that poking, prodding and shopping had finally come to an end. I looed forward to going home, where I had already started to color the inside of a cardboard box to look like the solar system for a "Barbie Space Mission".
I dreamed of all the stars
(glow in the dark stickers), asteroids
(rocks from the driveway) and comets
(bouncy balls with streamers attached to them) as my eye happen to glimpse what I thought to be the most amazing site any six-year old could see. Before me stood a brand-new 25 cent machine, taller than a 10-year old, with a series of slides and levers that lead up to hundreds of sparkly, semi-transparent, super-bouncy rubbed balls. My eyes lit up and I ran towards the contraption. At that moment, I knew that one of these bouncy balls would have to be the “Sun” in my Barbie galaxy.
“Anyu, Anyu, can I please please please have a ball...
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I am a ridiculously fast typist, so I have transcribed this conversation word-for-word. Enjoy.
