Oscar Torres Essays (219 words) - , Term Papers

Oscar Torres Professor Johnson English 105 September 12, 2017 1315 E 9th St The sweet aroma of Long Beach's abundant sea of palm trees gently kissed my nostrils once again. It was another beautiful morning in the only home I knew was mine 1315 E 9th St the location where I grew from a young, innocent, and dependent boy to the man I am today. My home the only thing I knew every nook and cranny to; from the leaky rusted pipes behind the porcelain throne to the differing pattern in the tiles over the kitchen sink. Ninth Street was where I made some of the longest and ongoing connections to this day. A house is not a home until you are surrounded with the ones you love. This saying is one I slowly began to grasp like a growing vine tangling around a mailbox. In this house I was raised and introduced to my parents who even at an early age of my life it was transparent that they want nothing but the best for me especially being their first born. For as long as I can remember I met my first real friend in that house. It was my cousin who coincidently lived upstairs. She was a small, dark haired, and scrawny Hispanic girl a year younger then me. I was