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FC: Vignettes of My Life | By Yelena Siroklin
1: Table of Contents | Page 3: Hair Page 5:Charlie Page 7:Shyness Page 9: Kenny Page 11: Lafayette Street Page 13:Fears Page 15: Jasmine Page 17:Left Out Page 19:Garage Page 21:Going Home Again
2: Hair | 2
3: Everyone in my family has different hair. My hair is medium length, brown with side bangs. Anna, my older sister has brown hair as well, a little bit longer than mine, but much thinner. Katherine, my younger sister on the hand has golden hair, also medium length. It reminds me of the sun. My dad has short jet black hair like a panther. My mom has blond hair like Katherine, except her haircut is bob-styled. On my mom's side most of my family is light haired, but on my dad's side there is a lot of dark haired family. | 3
4: Charlie | 4
5: 5 | I had never lost anyone who I cared about before, until of August 2012. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. My mom, sister, and I were at Sally Beauty, I was with my mom looking at nail polish and my sister was over by the curling irons, that's when the phone call came. My dad had called my mom, I had no idea what it was about until I saw the change in my mom's face, I asked what was wrong, and she said slowly that Charlie died. Charlie was my tri-colored Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and it was exactly a month and a day away from his fourth birthday. We rushed home to find out that it was a hit and run, he had escaped from our backyard and went onto the main road, where it all happened. I couldn't believe it, it was so unexpected and I never got to say bye. I cried all night, and had no sleep for about two days. My sister and I were comforting each other most of the time, it took about a month to get over.
6: Shyness | 6 | 6
7: 7 | When I was younger, I was really shy. I didn't like talking to strangers for some reason. It was a weird stage I went through. Each time my mom and I went to the mall, I would want to find something in my size and was too shy to ask to see if they had it in stock. My mom would have me go up to a store worker and ask, but I refused to talk and just stood behind my mom. It took me awhile to get over my little stage. I finally stopped being shy and so nervous when I got the guts to actually go up to a worker to see if they had a shirt in my size. I realized how easy it was to talk to strangers, and now I am brave around others, and not as shy.
8: Kenny | 8
9: When I was younger, there was this old man that lived on my street, his name was Kenny. My parents always told me and my sister not to go near his lawn. He was always sketchy, and never really came outside. His house was small and old, just like him. He had gray hair, overgrown facial hair wore torn jeans and plaid shirts with old cowboy boots. He never really did anything bad or at least I've never witnessed him doing something bad, but I think my parents told me to stay away from him for a reason. I haven't seen him in 7 years since I moved.
10: Lafayette Street | 10
11: 11 | My house is white like the snow. Two stories high with four tall brick columns standing in front of it. My house always has a delicious and inviting scent; there is always homemade Russian/ Ukrainian food ready. The outside landscape changing with the four seasons.. Each room is different, and has a different atmosphere. When I was a little girl, my house was always filled with relatives. There was never a dull moment at all, now all of them moved to Florida, it's not the same. Thankfully, they come up to visit us here up North. My house is one of my favorite places to be because of it's cosiness.
12: Fears | 12
13: 13 | Clowns and spiders. Probably the two most horrid things in existence. I am terrified of them. The thought of spiders with their fuzzy bodies, eight legs and eyes, crawling around creeps me out. Then there are clowns and their bright red nose, colorful costumes, and long scary shoes. I don't know why it scares me so badly, but their presence is very frightening. Their faces are intimidating and make me want to run far away. I try to keep my distance from them, not to make any sort of contact with them. Each time I see clown or spider, I make sure there is huge distance between us.
14: 14 | Jasmine
15: As a little girl, I always dreamed of being a princess, in particular Princess Jasmine. The main reason I wanted to be her was because she had a prince who had a genie and magic carpet. I wanted to be able to make wishes all the time and travel around on a magic carpet. I had always pictured myself riding on a magic carpet to school and the mall. I watched all the Aladdin movies hoping one day that would be me. I don't even know why I wanted to be Jasmine because I always knew deep down I could never be.
16: 16 | Left Out
17: 17 | Growing up I was always one of the youngest in my family. My cousins and sister would hang out and leave me out. They thought I was too young to do anything with them. In their minds I was just an immature girl, even though I have always been mature for my age. But it wasn't until I was 13 that they realized that I could do everything they could. I grew up a lot and we basically thought the same. I didn't really have to prove that I was old enough to hang out with them, it just sort of occurred to them. Now it's my little sister's turn to be put in my position of being left out.
18: 18 | Gargage
19: 19 | I used to be outside all the time when I was little. I was the leader of all my neighborhood friends. We met up behind this garage. The area was a perfect rectangle that led to a large parking which we would always ride our bikes on. Sometimes I would just come there myself and think about life. I don't go there as much because those were my childhood days, and I don't have as much extra time anymore. I had a lot of close neighborhood friends, but most of them moved away. I would do anything to go back to being a little kid again and retracing my childhood.
20: 20 | Going Home Again
21: 21 | You can't go back home again. Everything has changed; all that's left is memories. It's impossible to take back what you left permanently. I was born in Ukraine, I moved to the United States when I was two. When going back to visit a couple times, I realized Ukraine is different, and not my home anymore. You just don't belong there anymore, it moved on and new people come along. Life goes on without you and moves on with no emotion. Once you have a new home, the old one is no longer yours. You're just going to have to accept the fact that life goes on.