My Saturday NightÃÂWhen I grow up, I want to have a big, big house with stairs and lots of kinds, and a big, big room, and, andÃÂ ÃÂ As a child, I believe that was my biggest dream and goal in life. To be, as the saying says, ÃÂbarefoot and pregnant in the kitchenÃÂ was what I wanted out of life. Living the perfect lifeÃÂThe American Dream.
I remember Saturdays with my family. During the day, my mom and I would head out to the mall to go shopping, and make that one phone call home at about five in the afternoon. Calling in to check up on the plans for the night. Oh how I loved those Saturday nights. Usually, Ben, my dadÃÂs best friend would call and let us know the arrangements.
My dad had a group of friends from when he was in high school, which we would always get together with on a weekly basis.
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George III statue at Somerset House, The Strand, L...How I loved them so muchÃÂas if they were my own uncles. Most commonly, we would go to one of my dadÃÂs friendÃÂs houses for a get together and order some pizza.
Those were my favorite nights, only because most often we would go to BenÃÂs house, which was 2 stories and about 6,000 sq.ft. The adults would hang around in the living room, dinning room, or the kitchen as the masses of children, of all ages, ran around the house playing, screaming, and occasionally crying. I was among the older kids leading the group and watching over the younger ones.
Growing up with these kinds meant a lot to me. I loved the authority of being able to direct the children, or being the mediator when they would fight. I even remember when some of them were born. One in particular,