Kindergarten I learned everything I know
Grade one was fun grade 2 they taught slow
Third grade I seemed to have it made
4th and 5th is where I learned I was an artist
At the end of my elementary stage
I began to learn of this war that would rage....
GRouND
FLuSH

      Still living in the same apartment complex, Michael had gotten chicken pox for the first time. All of the children were playing another homemade game that the game maker invented, Friday the 13th. Michael was happy he had the pox cause he really hated this game being 4 years old, so when they told him they needed him to play to make the game full, he explained he couldnt because of the illness. Well the mother said it wasn't too bad and he could go ahead and play outside. That was the first time the game maker chased Michael with a hammer and the first time Michael remembers screaming his little head off, so no hammers please cause if (I) had a hammer, I'd chase you with it! On another occasion, the second youngest brother, the smart guy, called Michael into the bathroom where they went to the sink to look under. Look Michael, he says, it's alcohol! So Michael swooped up the bottle and took a hefty swig, needless to say that was the beggining to a swift trip to the emergency room for a stomach pump. And so you should know this.....Never drink alcohol just cause someone else told you to!

      January 24th, 1978 a blonde haired blue eyed baby boy was born. The parents of this child decided to name him Michael Thomas Loeks. Shortly there after, a crooked baby broker tried to offer them 25 thousand dollars for the boy and they refused, and that was good. This child was the 4th child to be born to the two young adults, and after his birth in California, they had decided to move all the way across to New York, probably to escape the pressures of family members. Well after about a year the 2 adults decided they could no longer stand eachothers company, and the mother took the children back to California to stay with the grandparents for a while. This was a great time to be had for there were cousins and uncles and aunts and all that good stuff and things were good. After a bit of this the mother reunited with an old family friend and they moved together into a small apartment complex in inlgewood California. Michael was growing older and between the ages of 3 and 4. The oldest brother in the bunch, whom was also the oldest of them all, was a very creative thinker and always making up great games for the children to play. Although the times were fun, there were also some not so good times. One night while being babysat by a neighbor, the children were playing a homemade game of dungeons and dragons, and the oldest boy was making the rules and pieces in the back bedroom. Well the other 3 decided they wanted to cheat and peak in on the game maker to get an advantage. Laughing and spying they were at the door when Michael decided it might be fun to stick his right pinky finger into the crack of the door where the hinges are. Just then the game maker came to the door and said some thing to the affect of get out of here, or stop cheating and slammed the door. Well as you can imagine the game ended instantly when the tip of Michael's finger was slammed and the fingernail was hanging completely off the finger. Bawling his eyes out, Michael was picked up and rushed to the teenage babywitters house to get the wound cleaned and bandaged. It was a night that would never be forgotten, and a valueble lesson was learned. Never stick your hands into cracks, it is bad. Crack is bad for you!

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