Stereotypes-Personal Narrative

I gaze over the backyard through my glass door, like any other typical day. The millisecond I realized that it was my childhood and it was endowed of happy times. I open the door, feeling the slight breeze that caused my hair to fall in front of my face. I tiptoed on the deck barefoot, hearing the squeak on the wood that never got fixed. My eyes directed to the old Fisher price playhouse, now having black and brown spots due to dirt and bacteria. Nostalgia feels my nose as when I tried to get in. The red door fell off, reminding me that this is no longer a place of privacy or to hide when I was crying. I sat criss crossed since I am not three feet anymore, and spotted old monopoly cash that was once purple but now a faded white color. I crinkle …show more content…
I quickly saw a grasshopper makes it way on my foot, before frantically shaking my foot due to unexpectedness. As I head out, my attention immediately catched the swing set, where the wind is carefully swaying it back and forth. I flashbacked sitting in the chair of how my feet couldn't even touch the ground and here I am, now too big to fit in. Rust runs up and down the chain, as I remember how it was all pretty and brand new when my family first got it. The pool looks as dead as a ghost town, with now orange and brown leaves that fell from the maple tree. The earliest memories in the pool were the most lively. The smell of chlorine reminds me how I learned to swim in that, how my mother went “you got this Mary!”. I felt like an Olympic swimmer when I accomplished treading for the first time. My ignorant self would always end up tasting chlorine or sunblock or anything that wasn’t edible, the bitterness captivated my mouth.I decided to dip both feet in the pool, cold as if it's the winter at the beach. My eyes wandered to the dent in the grass that made up the shape of a square. That is where I sat up are little tent from when I was