Creative Writing: The Red Bricked Courtyard

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The Red Bricked Courtyard 1 Consciousness of Youth The Red Bricked Courtyard Michele Robertson South University Composition 1 English 1001 Instructor Hyatt April 10, 2013…show more content…
This was a place where my older brother took care of me and my cousin during the summer. It was where we walked the stone wall that surrounded our neighborhood and linked us to other yards and adventures. We learned to balance ourselves along the wall on our daily sojourn, holding our noses to avoid the stench of poisoned rats, stiffening in the sunlight, and who had yet to be picked up and tossed into the trash cans that littered the backyards. We would gather bottles for just a few pennies and buy candy to fill the gap in our hungry stomachs while, we waited for our mom to call us home for lunches of baloney sandwhiches or lima beans and biscuits (I still refuse to eat lima beans to this day, 50 years…show more content…
I dubbed this planter, "The Money Pot", and I believed it had magical powers. Today of course, I know that someone had buried money in the pot for that poor, dirty little brown girl with straight dark hair that fell to her knees, and her older brother and cousins, but I never found out who that person was. I picture in my minds-eye, a kindly older person who rejoiced in our giggles and yelps of joy at finding those few precious

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