Neil Armstrong
Being the only child was so boring, I hated it. Until mama had another baby I really hated it. The baby turned out to be a disappointment. His name was Neil Armstrong, but it didn’t fit him at all. We called him Doodle because you wouldn’t expect much from someone named Doodle. And Doodle couldn’t do much. Doodle was born with disabilities. He couldn’t walk, get too excited, or be out in the sun for too long either. And he had to be treated gently. I decided I was going to kill him until one day he smiled at me, I knew he was all there and he would live for a long time.
Pride
Doodle affected my life so much. I was so embarrassed to go back to school with my brother Doodle that had disabilities so I took it into my own hands to teach him how to walk. Every day I would pull his wagon down to Old Woman Swamp, that’s where I taught him how to walk. After many times of falling he finally got the hang of it. I told him we would show everyone how good he could walk. Mama, daddy, and Aunt Nicey were so proud and happy they began to cry. I cried too. Some were tears of joy, and some were tears of guilt. I taught Doodle how to walk but, really I did it for my own sake.
Mean Streak
I never knew that no matter what I did, that Doodle would cling onto me. Until the day I was cruel to him. I showed him the coffin that daddy had made for him when he was a baby. Then I put him in the tree and told him I would leave him up there until he touched it. That’s the day I learned that no matter how mean or cruel I was to him, he would cling onto me forever. And that had an impact on me because I would have to take him wherever I went. I hoped that one day he would grow out of that.
Scarlet Ibis
After dinner Doodle and I headed down to Old Woman Swam like usual. It was a quiet day. The sun started to disappear and darkness started coming through the sky. I knew that was the perfect opportunity to try to make Doodle run. He was so afraid of the storm, so I started to run. I heard him call out my name so I started to run faster and faster. I eventually stopped and turned around to see if he had kept up. My heart dropped when I went back to see where he was. He was sitting down, blood coming from his mouth. Doodle had died. This affected me because I had to live with the fact that I killed my own brother because I thought I was doing what was best for Doodle.
Being the only child was so boring, I hated it. Until mama had another baby I really hated it. The baby turned out to be a disappointment. His name was Neil Armstrong, but it didn’t fit him at all. We called him Doodle because you wouldn’t expect much from someone named Doodle. And Doodle couldn’t do much. Doodle was born with disabilities. He couldn’t walk, get too excited, or be out in the sun for too long either. And he had to be treated gently. I decided I was going to kill him until one day he smiled at me, I knew he was all there and he would live for a long time.
Pride
Doodle affected my life so much. I was so embarrassed to go back to school with my brother Doodle that had disabilities so I took it into my own hands to teach him how to walk. Every day I would pull his wagon down to Old Woman Swamp, that’s where I taught him how to walk. After many times of falling he finally got the hang of it. I told him we would show everyone how good he could walk. Mama, daddy, and Aunt Nicey were so proud and happy they began to cry. I cried too. Some were tears of joy, and some were tears of guilt. I taught Doodle how to walk but, really I did it for my own sake.
Mean Streak
I never knew that no matter what I did, that Doodle would cling onto me. Until the day I was cruel to him. I showed him the coffin that daddy had made for him when he was a baby. Then I put him in the tree and told him I would leave him up there until he touched it. That’s the day I learned that no matter how mean or cruel I was to him, he would cling onto me forever. And that had an impact on me because I would have to take him wherever I went. I hoped that one day he would grow out of that.
Scarlet Ibis
After dinner Doodle and I headed down to Old Woman Swam like usual. It was a quiet day. The sun started to disappear and darkness started coming through the sky. I knew that was the perfect opportunity to try to make Doodle run. He was so afraid of the storm, so I started to run. I heard him call out my name so I started to run faster and faster. I eventually stopped and turned around to see if he had kept up. My heart dropped when I went back to see where he was. He was sitting down, blood coming from his mouth. Doodle had died. This affected me because I had to live with the fact that I killed my own brother because I thought I was doing what was best for Doodle.