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Your first memory. No poetry, prose only, extra points for authenticity. A Prose Gold for One Month Scholarship Challenge.
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Rafaelopezjr
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Thunder and Lightning

Mommy and me are splashing and walking. Our faces are wet. Cars keep throwing water.

A giant bus is getting closer. It slows down, then stops. The doors crash open.

Mommy picks me up and puts me on the stairs. We climb up, up, up! The man screams. I got scared. He's mean.

Mommy throws money and we go away from him. Mommy picks me up and we sit down. The man is screaming again. I hide with mommy's wet, yellow plastic. It's cold.

The bus jumps. Mommy and me bump and laugh. The bad man screams again. The bus stops and the doors crash open again.

This little old lady climbs up, up, up! She throws money. Then the bad man screams. The lady says, "That's my seat." She frowns. Her face is folded and had lines all over.

Mommy looks up and smiles. "Buenos dias." I look at mommy and smile.

The old lady smacks mommy's face. We almost fall from the seats. Mommy cries. I cry. The bad man screams. The ugly lady screams.

Someone from the back of the bus says in Spanish, "The front of the bus is for white people only, and she gets us and we go.

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