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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Winter (11/14/05)

TITLE: Whats After Winter
By James Douglas


As a youngster, I was always confident and happy. If my mother took me to school, our cars were nice. My parents seen that their children kept pace with stylish clothes, toys and gimmicks that were current Father made sure that everything in our lives were operable. We had a nice tight ship to live in, no loose handles, bad fixtures or leaking faucets. When it comes to extra curricular we participated in many of them. Karate, model,.mini-bikes, camping and almost anything a kid would enjoy doing. Dad was always reading something. He was a stickler about our grammar. If you said ďI donít gotĒ instead of ďI donít haveĒ you would be reprimanded. He never liked slang words or nicknames. I had a friend that we called ďGenieĒ, he asked him, ďWhat is your actual name?Ē From that point on he was Eugene. My mother is a communicator. She tore down walls that even Dr. Martin Luther King would have had difficulty with. Like his was, hers to is a message of peace. Sometimes there would be a altercation between kids and she would mediate until it was resolved, sometimes I would be the kid in it. In our home, I never heard a curse word or complaints about jobs, money never appeared to be an issue. If I view things from a seasonal aspect, the first decade and a half of my life is summer.

As a teenager I became unhappy, and wasnít sure about anything. Finding the right clique was difficult for me, really I never found it. The groups that I spent most of my time with, I regret. Its not that I hold anything against anyone. Most of my years from teenage to middle aged have been reckless. While they were happening I didnít consider my activities to be ilicit. I had on rose colored glasses, and with those on you donít realize how red your eyes are. Iíve dug holes without seeing that it has become a pit andI have no way to get out. There is no question in my mind that this season was fall.

Now Iím no longer digging holes, Iím filling holes. I realize, I canít fix it alone, I need help . The holes werenít dug overnight and they wonít be filled overnight. Iíll just throw a shovel of dirt back into the hole, every opportunity I get. Some things that I done make my soul moan. What I have to keep in my mind is to not look back. All my hope is ahead me. My emotions, finances, body and credibility have been beaten severely. If I had the job of judging myself, I would declare that you can stick the fork in me now, Iím done. I donít have that job though, thank God. This is the winter of my life. What a minute thatís only three season, I got one more. Spring, a time of resurrection. Hallelujah!!! . .

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Jan Ackerson 11/21/05
A few grammar mistakes: "I done..." and "my parents seen...". Do I sound just like your father? I like the hopeful end of your essay, where you are looking forward to spring. Work on improving the little mechanical things; you have a good "voice."
Nina Phillips11/21/05
I really enjoyed reading through your story--and the outcome. Just great. God bless ya, littlelight
terri tiffany11/22/05
A couple of tense changes and some spacing would help but otherwise it was a very good read. You transported me to a time with I looked at my own upbringing. One other suggestion is to maybe shorten your opening paragraph to grab the reader and then elaborate more in the second one. Hope that helps some!:)
Marilyn Schnepp 11/22/05
I'm sorry - I couldn't get past the "bleeps" in grammar to finish this story. Need to polish up on proper grammar, then try again. Good Luck!
Katherine Douglas11/24/05
this is a hopeful article :) but, remember that there is life even in the winter. you don't have to wait until spring

Look around even though you see no flowers life goes on underground.

Keep on keeping on.
Helen Harris11/25/05
I Like this:
ďIf I had the job of judging myself, I would declare that you can stick the fork in me now, Iím done. I donít have that job though, thank God.Ē Amen, only God.
Thank for sharing. God Bless, Helen