by Jacob Woods

Created on: August 07, 2010

My mom and I use to live in the country seven miles from anywhere unimportant until someone got the brilliant idea to go to college and get a teaching degree. When my mother was all certified and brainwashed by teachers I had had about enough of my pathetic life as well in my old town.

My mom and I started thinking big. “Lets move to Alaska! There are so many many teaching opportunities up there.” she said.

I played along and replied back, “How about Florida! We could get hit by a hurricane and go swimming on the beaches there. Plus there are a lot of old people we could make fun of!”

These types of dreams went back and forth for about three months when we ended up moving to a city outside of the Twin Cities in Minnesota. That was about four hours south of where we had originally lived in the state.

The first place we lived was the worst mistake of both our lives. My mother decided on living in an jail cell or something the pot heads who lived there would call an apart-a-ment. It was all rather foreign to me and my mom because all of a sudden we were the minority in all of the categories.

My mother was now considered skinny by comparison to our neighbors above us, I was considered white to the Afro-Americans and Beaners around us, and mom was also happy to say that she wasn't nearly as old in comparison to those around us.

Within a year we had gone from living on a forty acre slave camp to fancy living where the neighbors smoked weed, ate fast food all day, and napped in their wheelchairs next door. In a year we had gone from having no neighbors within a mile to having neighbors on all sides of us. The biggest shrapnel of luck we had was we were on the bottom floor with two corners facing out to a beautiful busy highway and an ugly smaller apartment institution to the east. I was surprised there were no barbed wires around us.

My mom, me, and my brother, who had also ended up living in the same town, were all sitting in front of the TV because in town there are two things that don't exist, privacy, and a backyard. Normally on a warm beautiful day like it was I would have been outside doing something like exploring the back woods or building a massive fort in of course, the woods.

However we were all plumped in front of the television eating salt over veggies and rice in Chinese boxes having an interactive family gathering as we stared into the television screen. It was important to know that locking doors in the country had no importance

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