On a cool, crisp winter afternoon, my eyes uncovered something. My father has told me nicely, “Please can you go get the mail?”. “I guess.”. I replied. I put my coat and tennis shoes on. I was shocked with electricity as I placed my hand on the bronze doorknob at my front door.

I walk quickly down the three flighted bricked stairs that leads me to the sidewalk. I place my head down to the deceased, yellow grass and slowly walk toward the mailbox. “Crap!”. I say. I just stepped on on my dog’s waste, and disgusted. This accident brought up my head to level with the ground, and caught a glimpse.

Just across the street, I see my old friend Karl’s house. “Pass, pass!”. My memory says, remembering the times we would shoot some hoops on his driveway. “Watch this flip!”. Says my memory, as I see spot his old trampoline just behind his garage. “Help! Pull me in!”. My memory screams, presenting to me the time Karl almost fell out of his bedroom window as I focus on the big window above his front door.

The atmosphere around me has grown darker as new, large clouds moved in from the west. “Better get that mail quick.”. I say in my mind.