Watching all the old American made movies with my friends, I use to dream of how awesome it would be to live in the middle of all the action. Little did I know that my childhood dream would soon become an unexpected reality.
It was a dark, rainy afternoon. A kind of day that makes you feel extra comfortable within your home. As my mother was making dinner in the kitchen, which was right across the hall, I was sitting by myself in a big gloomy living room. I could tell what we were having, by the smell that was seeping through a wide crack between the floor and the living room door. Rummaging through my small stack of movies that I had seen a hundred times before; I was trying to find the one that I felt like watching today. You'd think that I would get sick of watching the same old cinema over, and over again, but the truth is that I only had four tapes that only a ten-year old boy could treasure.
Living room
LIVING ROOM-1
The living room in Elvis Presley's mansion, Gracel...As I was about to put one of my favorite movies in to our dirty, gray, top-loading VCR, I saw the heavy living room door open. I looked up at my mother as she nervously wiped her hands with a kitchen towel, and walked in to the living room. I noticed an unfamiliar look on her face. I had no idea that what she was about to say would change my life forever. "I realize that this may come as a shock to you but, you're going to have to pack your bags, say good bye to your father, your grandparents, and your friends, we're moving to the United States to live." The sudden news did come as a shock to me. For...