Hey what can i say ..i m a grasshopper ..hopping on the grass..i m so so tired but i must hop because this is my job .My friends too keep hopping and i see every man and woman hopping too as they too have no option but to hop from one option to another without fall..anyways what am i going to do with these fellows immitating us tirelessly but from where can they get the same green lustre which we have ..i was so shocked when that day the gardener sprayed that viscous fluid on the leaves and my sweet friend became pail and died ...from that day on i m afraid of all the green places and dread go

Christmas official started early morning Christmas Eve when my grandmother began cooking dinner. Dinner consisted of Moros con Cristiano (black beans and rice), lechon (pig), yuka, moritos, and salad with a homemade vinaigrette. My grandmother didn't cook the pig. It was a special ordered from a local Cuban restaurant. My uncle brought it over in a cardboard box. One of my earliest holiday memory was sitting in the kitchen watching my grandmother carve up the pig.

Judy was brought home to her parent’s home at the bottom of Turkey Hill and soon became a star in her grandmother’s eyes. Grandma lived at the top of Turkey Hill and was mistress of a world that Judy saw as full of wonder, magic and love.

Love and encouragement were unconditional and compliments abounded every time they were together. There were times when Judy was embarrassed by all of her grandmother’s bragging, but never so embarrassed that she wished the bragging would stop.

" Olly, Olly, Oxen, Free" rang out in the twilight as someone reached the Free Tree in our game of hide-and-go-seek. That meant the rest of us could come out of hiding and someone new would be the Seeker until it got too dark to see or our mom's called us in to dinner.