Jordan Leibstein- One warm summer morning I remember opening my eyes, it felt
as if though I was coming alive for the first time. I did not saying anything
but I used my other senses such as sound, smell and touch to understand what
was going on. I was still in my crib when I heard the sound of sizzling, the
“ding” of the toaster going off and the smell of pancakes. I slowly got up off
of my comfy pillow and out from under my thin pink blankey that never left my
side and I ventured off to the kitchen. Not sure how I knew how to get out of
my crib myself but my mom looked shocked too when she greeted me at the bottom
of the stairs. “Good morning sweetie,” I heard her say as she was carrying the
plate of pancakes to the table along with the butter and syrup. My brothers
were already up and at the table talking about what they were going to do for
the day. “Good morning my princess, how was your sleep?” says my dad as he
finished cooking the bacon to come over and give me a hug and a kiss. He poured
me a glass of apple juice, my absolute favorite. My mom then let my dog paws in
from outside in the backyard and as soon as she saw me, she ran over to me to
lick my face. Paws and I walked over to the table and I climbed up on the
chair, she sat next to me the whole time hoping I would drop some food on the
floor. Mom made my favorite that morning, Chocolate chip pancakes, YUM. After
breakfast was over I took my plate to the sink where my mother was cleaning up.
I then went back upstairs and found my favorite bathing suit, (yellow with
orange straps) slipped into it, found my beach toys in the garage and went into
the closet for my favorite beach towel. After waiting so long because my family
always takes forever when getting ready for anything, we were finally en route to the beach in our large 1994 black chevy suburban.
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