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Me, Myself, and I (A.D. 1995)
Christopher Felleisen
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Copyright ©November 18, 1995 by C. Felleisen Production editor: M. Felleisen of Felleisen Press
Dedicated to:
Sebastian Felleisen
for being my best brother,
for encouraging me when I feel down,
and most of all for keeping me company.
Spring -
Spring is beautiful.
Flower buds bloom in the sun.
Leaves on trees turn green.
Colors arise everywhere.
Bees happily buzz
good-bye.
I love my parents. My dad's name is Matthias. He is 36 years old. He was born in Weingarten (Baden), Germany. My dad remembers a lot from his childhood. The three things he remembers best about his childhood are how his uncle told him that God watched and listened to everybody and that every lie will be uncovered, how his cousin got shot to death at a bank robbery, and how he would bike race around the block with his friends. Racing with his friends soon ended because he moved ten blocks away from them when he turned 12.
One more thing my dad remembers from his childhood is the stories his grandpa told him. The story he remembers best is the one where his grandpa told him about how he (my dad's grandpa) was poor and only eating one serving of meat a week sometimes none when he (my dad's grandpa) was a child.
Elementary school was different for him then it is for me. Kids walked peacefully to school and played when they walked home.
My dad also remembers what he dreamt about. He dreamt about being an astronaut and walking on the moon but that did not come true. Now he dreams of raising children (my brother and I) up to be happy and have a nice job.
My dad thinks my mother is the most fascinating person in my family. I agree with him. He remembers when he met her too. He met her in a dormitory in January of 1984. He got married that year too.
A year and a half later my mom had a baby. That was me. When I was born there was a lot of excitement. Probably because I was a cry-baby. My mom said I would scream 20 hours a day. Now I'm older and I know better. I play calmly with my brother. That is what makes my dad proud of me so I try to do it a lot but it doesn't always work out.
My mom's name is Helga. She is 32 years old. She was born in Bonn, Germany. She told me a few things she remembers from her childhood. Three of the things she remembers are celebrating Christmas, visiting grandparents, and learning how to swim. She also remembers how she moved to Chicago when she was five. She said she was too young to remember how it changed her life.
She told me about her school and said it was much different than mine. She said that she had more homework and she went to a private school. Something else she remembers from her childhood are stories. The stories she said she remembers best is one where her mother told her about living through World War II bombing raids. I think they were scary. My mom is proud of me when I help people. When I have time I bring our neighbor's shoping carts back to the store or carry groceries for mom. When my mom is proud of me, I am happy.
When I was four and a half one of the happiest things of my life happened to me. I got to go to my grandparents in Germany. The best part about it was that I got to stay there for six months (half a year). When I got there my mom was with me but she went to Greece a week later. When she left I had to go to kindergarten not knowing much German. The kids teased me for a week and then quit. They quit because they noticed that I started speaking more and more German. The next week came and I knew as much German as the other kids. I also made some friends. My best friend's name was Daniel. Daniel and I played on the playground every day.
One day my kindergarten teacher challenged us to a soccer game. we played until recess was over but the minute before recess was over, Daniel shot as hard as he could at the teacher's goal but the teacher blocked it. When she blocked it, she tripped over the ball and she fell onto the concrete. She left that day and did not come back until two weeks later with a cast on her leg.
At the end of school my grandma usually picked me up from school and took me to the pretzel shop. There she bought a freshly baked pretzel that I always took home. At home I would cut the pretzel in half and put butter on it. It would taste delicious. It is the best thing I have ever eaten.
A year later, in Houston I learned how to ride my bike without training-wheels. It all started when my mom and dad were sleeping. I snuck through my living and my dining room and into my kitchen. Then I went outside, got my bike, and pulled it to the street. Then I got on it and tried to ride it but I fell. Soon I got bored so I tried a different way. I pulled my bike up to the curb. Then I put one foot on the curb and the other on a pedal and sat down on my bike. After that I pushed myself off the curb and started peddling. It worked! By then my parents were awake. They came outside and watched me. When they first saw me riding my bike they quickly greeted me and gave me a high-five.
The next evening came and I asked if I could ride my bike some more. My dad said yes so I went outside and started ridding my bike. I was ridding peacefully when I lost my balance and fell down. My chin hit the ground. Blood oozed out. The more I thought about it the more it hurt. Luckily my neighbor saw me and carried me home. My parents put me in our car and rushed me to the hospital. In the hospital a doctor took an X-ray and said nothing was wrong. I went home with a hurting jaw that night. The next day came and I went to the hospital again for more X-rays and a different doctor said nothing was wrong. This happened for two more days. Finally on the fourth day a doctor noticed that I had a broken jaw. The next day I had my jaw locked with golden wires. They were taken out two weeks later. In the meantime, I could only eat liquid food. It was awful, but I really enjoyed the milk-shakes I drank for lunch.
This year I moved from a small, one-story old house to a large, two-story new house. The new house is made of white brick unlike the old house, which is made of wood painted gray. If you walked up the walkway at either house you would end up on a porch. Then you would go inside. If you were in my new house to the left you would see my dad's study but if you were in my old one you would see the living room. To your right in my old house my brother's room, which he shared with me. In my new house the living room is to your right. If continue on through the entry hall in my new house you would end up in the T.V. room but if you were in my old house would be in the dining room. To your right in my old house would be the study and in my new house would be the kitchen and the dining room.
Upstairs to your right is my room. If you go in my room to your left would be a door to the bathroom. On the other side of the bathroom is my brother's room. When you walk into my brother's room from the bathroom to your left is another door. If you go through that door to your right will be a door. On the other side of the door is my mom's study. To your left will be another door. That door leads to the master closet. On the other side of the master closet is the master bath. If you go into the master bath from the closet a bathtub will be a few feet in front of you. If you walk up to the bathtub you will see a doorway to your left. Walk through the doorway and you will enter the most magnificent room of them all, the master bedroom. That is what my new house looks like. I love both of them but the new is just great!
I have a special family. The members of my household are:
Helga - Mom
Matthias - Dad
Sebastian - Brother
Sassie - Bird
One of the best things is that I have a little brother. I love to play with my three year old brother except we get in a lot of fights. We both have chores. Mine are to:
My brother has the same chores except he doesn't have to practice playing saxophone. Mom and Dad have chores, too. Mom's chores are:
My dad has chores, too. His chores are:
My dad says we must all contribute to the family somehow - that's the only way a family works. I think it makes a lot of sense to have chores. How about you?
My family goes on vacation during the holidays. We usually go to my grandparents house. My grandparents live in Austin, Texas and Weingarten (Baden), Germany. Once something very special happened to me while I was on vacation in Germany with my grandparents. I learned how to fold a pretzel. It was fun. I love to travel with my family because I like being with them and because I will never become lonely.
My family does lots of things together. The thing that we do together the most often is celebrate holidays. Some holidays we celebrate are: Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, and July 4th.
On Christmas our house looks joyful. Everybody inside is happy. The house is full of singing and laughter. Then it gets quite as something special happens. This is how my house sounds during a holiday. I love to spend my holiday time with my family because they make life fun and yummy with my mom's Christmas Stollen.
I have four hobbies. They are: playing soccer, playing with Legos, playing saxophone, and swimming. My two favorites are swimming and soccer. I have played soccer ever since I was three. Every team I played on made it to the finals of the best five teams. Whenever my team was about to be in first place they lost a game and got kicked out. That made me sad.
I like to swim. I think it is fun to swim laps. My dad gives me swimming lessons. Right now I'm learning how to swim the butterfly. Once during camp I won an award for being the swimmer in my group. That made me very happy. Another hobby of mine playing with Legos. I put together miniature hover cars and lots more. I just plain love them.
Last but not least I like playing the saxophone. I just started playing and I already know these notes: A B C D F G. I'm proud of that. I can also play Hot Cross Buns, Oats Peas and Beans, and a part of Jingle Bells. I made up a poem for my saxophone:
Smooth
Attractive
Xathin
Orotund
Pacific
Honker
Ormolu
Neat
Elegant
I have many things I would like to improve. They are: playing saxophone, playing soccer, and independence.
I hope I can improve those so that I can have a job that I like. I have lots of jobs that I want to have so I will only tell you about three of them. The three jobs I really want to have are: professional soccer player, soccer coach, saxophonist.
Those are my three favorite jobs I want to have. If I get to have one of those jobs I will be very happy because I would get to play soccer a lot. I would be happy because I would get to see kids learn how to play soccer. Playing the saxophone would make me happy because I would get to be on stage alot.
After I retire I will move somewhere nice. I really want to move to four places. The four places are: Hawaii, California, Germany, New York. I think living there would be fun. I will be there for a long time. Maybe even twenty years from now. I will be 30 years old. I think I will probably have a wife. I might even stay there for 30 years from now. Then I will probably have a daughter or son and possibly a mustache. I may stay for the rest of my life. By the time I get 75 I will probably die.