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Living Up The Street: Narrative Recollections - Part 1 (pp. 1-32)

Author: Gary Soto

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:02AM) : gary sotto is in a good childhood but he gets in to trouble alot and he entertains it as if he likes it thats who we call a kid who loves the attetntion . more

i feel like garry is a good kid he just chooses not to act right .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:28AM) : gary sotto reflects on his mexican american childhood in the mixed laboring class neighbor hoods of frescno . calfiornia his was a lived at the margins more

this makes me feel like sotto flived a good childhood because once i heard the name california i knew he’d be living a good life .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:30AM) : gary soto enjoyed looking for trouble and often went to extremes to try to get into fights . more

this makes me feel like soto was a trouble maker and liked fighting alot with people .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:32AM) : gary sotonis basically talking about how his childhood was . he was the main one always making trouble and messing with everyone . more

i feel like gary sotto could be a good kid but he chooses not to .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:35AM) : gary sotto was the one that always would make everyone happy including his father . Even tho his father died . It afeected the family because he supoorted them with what they needed . more

i feel like gary should be feeling a type of way towards that because i know i would thats sad imagine ya father dieing .

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Yasin Winston (Nov 06 2015 10:28AM) : I think Gary wanted attention more

I think Gary thought that him being a bad kid on the block was going to get him fame

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MR.rod fredi isidoro (Apr 03 2019 11:59AM) : Why does Gary and his siblings feel that they are terrible while living on Braly street
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We were terrible kids, I think. My brother, sister, and I felt a general meanness begin to surface from our tiny souls while living on Braly Street, which was in the middle of industrial Fresno. Across the street was Coleman Pickles, while on the right of us was a junkyard that dealt in metals— aluminum, iron, sheet metal, and copper stripped from refrigerators. Down the street was Sun-Maid Raisin, where a concrete tower rose above the scraggly sycamores that lined Braly Street. Many of our family worked at Sun-Maid: Grandfather and Grandmother, Father, three uncles, an aunt, and even a dog whose job was to accompany my grandfather, a security guard, on patrol. Then there was Challenge Milk, a printing shop, and the 7-Up Company where we stole sodas. Down the alley was a broom factory and Western Book Distributor, a place where our future step-father worked at packing books into cardboard boxes, something he would do for fifteen years before the company left town for Oregon.

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Deanna Alvarado (Sep 17 2015 9:23AM) : They felt meanness in their souls. [Edited] more

While they were living on Braly street, they felt their souls get mean. So that’s why he thought they were terrible kids.

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Destiny Delgado (Sep 17 2015 12:55PM) : The kids don't listen. [Edited] more

The kids don’t listen. They do as they please and ignore warning signs.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:43AM) : soto tried to convince his siblings to wear shoes to dinner and approve their apperance so that white people would like them more

i feel like thats total wrong to do i wouldnt want my siblings telling me what to wear because i dont care who likes me or not to be honest .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:47AM) : the kids dont listen . they felt they had a bad soul . thats why others think there so mean more

i feel like thats wrong to do because i wouldnt want my kids acting like that .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:52AM) : gary soto is talking about how his father died . well his father got hurt at work he had a kneck injury two days after that he died . more

i feel sad because that should be devistasting imagine ya father dieng ?

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:55AM) : gary had went to the funueral but he didnt cry or anything he was strong about it . soto walked to the casket with his mother as his uncle was holding the mother so they went to the front to say they last goodbyes to him . more

i feel like i couldnt have seen that like who wanna see their father in a casket . ill actually brake apart .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 11:58AM) : after the funeral they had buried him . later after that he was saying how his grandma couldnt stop shaking from her nerves so a doctor was called more

my first inpression was to get help because shes old and she shouldnt be going thhrew that because she may her self can die .

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:05AM) : gary and his brothers where terrible kids. more

i think they were bad kids because they mom and dad let them be.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:08AM) : the kids have behavior issue. more

these kids are always have anger inside of them its like they were born with hatred in their tiny little souls.

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(Sep 17 2015 9:22AM) : Why does Gary and his siblings feel that they are terrible while living on Braly street? [Edited] more

I really think children should never feel like there souls were turning evil, I think kids should be happy.
I wonder what made them feel that way gary and his siblings?
>:..O

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Matthew Hernandez (Sep 17 2015 12:58PM) : It is a bad place for the kids to live in. [Edited] more

The first paragraph of “Begin Mean” is about the way the kids are living and what do they do in their everyday lives. Also it shows the places in Gary Soto’s neighborhood.

I think Braly Street is a bad place to live in because the kids don’t have a care in the world and with that it is going to lead to consequences

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Cory Hughley (Oct 23 2015 3:26PM) : living on Bray street must be painful for those kids.
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Damian Espinosa (Sep 29 2015 3:09PM) : These Kids Have Behavior issue more

These kids are always have anger inside of them its like they were born with hatred in their tiny little souls.

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(Sep 17 2015 9:25AM) : being mean is mostly a chapter to show you what gary's neighborhood [Edited] more

this chapter introduces the reader to the protagonist and his neighborhood.

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Damian Espinosa (Sep 17 2015 9:30AM) : They are poor family [Edited] more

They live next to pickle but they always stealing to survive in there neighborhood.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:11AM) : they had lots of stores by there house. more

they had colman pickles,a junkyard.

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 17 2015 9:22AM) : Gary's family worked in Sun-maid: his father, grandfather, grandmother, three uncles, and a dog. [Edited] more

I can believe that his grandfather and his grandmother and his three uncles and an aunt work in Sun-Maid. I love Sun-Maid! They were my favorite raisins when I was little.

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(Sep 17 2015 9:27AM) : Most of Gary's family worked at the Sun-Maid factory. [Edited]
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Raleek Wynn (Sep 17 2015 12:55PM) : They were terrible kids. [Edited] more

They had no home training.they was horrible wasnt listen to they parents and they family couldnt take them no wear because they wasnt more mature

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Ezekiel Harrison (Sep 17 2015 12:58PM) : The father, the grandmother, three uncles and an aunt work at the same place. [Edited] more

They are getting money to help the family

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 04 2015 1:03PM) : gary soto was the one that always would make everyone happy including his mom and dad.even tho his father had died.it afeected the family because he supported them with what they had needed to do. more

i feel like gary should be feeling a type of way towards that becuase i know thats sad imagine ya father dieing.

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Ezekiel Harrison (Oct 01 2015 12:37PM) : 7 up company more

The 7-up company sells sodas but the kids stoled the sodas from the 7-up company

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Damian Espinosa (Oct 08 2015 12:35PM) : 7-up Company more

The 7-Up Company must of had a hard time dealing with the kids stealing sodas and getting away with it.

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This was 1957. My brother Rick was six, I was five, and Debra was four. Although we looked healthy, clean in the morning, and polite as only Mexicans can be polite, we had a streak of orneriness that we imagined to be normal play. That summer— and the summer previous— we played with the Molinas who lived down the alley from us right across from the broom factory and its brutal “whack” of straw being tied into brooms. There were eight children on the block that year, ranging from twelve down to one, so there was much to do: Wrestle, eat raw bacon, jump from the couch, sword fight with rolled-up newspapers, steal from neighbors, kick chickens, throw rocks at passing cars.… While we played in the house, Mother Molina just watched us run around, a baby in her arms crying like a small piece of machinery turning at great speed. Now and then she would warn us with a smile, “Now you kids, you’re going to hurt yourselves.” We ignored her and went on pushing one another from an opened window, yelling wildly when we hit the ground because we imagined that there was a school of sharks ready to snack on our skinny legs.

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Deanna Alvarado (Oct 16 2015 10:16AM) : 1957 [Edited] more

This was back in the old days like when the television was black and white and in 1957 the street was dangerous too and there was a lot white people neighborhood.

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Yasin Winston (Oct 26 2015 1:00PM) : #OMG WHY ARE THEY SO BAD more

why are they so bad they threw rocks at cars that drove pass

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Stacy Roman (Nov 02 2015 12:01PM) : for four years gary had to go threw hell being in a schooled called johns cathalic school where short nuns would throw chalk at him chase him and throw books at him . more

i feel like i would of got crazy like me and those nuns would have to get it shaken .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 04 2015 10:26AM) : in 1957 there were eight kids 12 down to 1 they either had to eat raw bacon or raw eggs . more

i feel like thats dead dirty i cant eat raw stuff ill rather stay starving

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Stacy Roman (Nov 04 2015 10:28AM) : when they mother would tell them to sit down they would'nt listen to here . why is that ? more

i feel like if i had kids they would have to be respectful to me because i wouldnt allow that to happen

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(Sep 17 2015 9:30AM) : This shows the time the story took place in, 1957. [Edited]
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Damian Espinosa (Oct 08 2015 12:41PM) : This was 1957 more

All this terrible action have been happening in the year of 1957.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 04 2015 10:22AM) : all bad things was happening the year 1957 more

i know that i wasnt even born at that time .

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Damian Espinosa (Sep 17 2015 9:35AM) : Most of Gary's relatives work at the Colemans Pickle shop. [Edited] more

Most of his family work there to stay healthy and get after all they are the only Mexicans that live on there street so far.

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(Sep 29 2015 3:01PM) : Brauhhh! [Edited] more

Damian, they work at the Sun-Maid factory <(OVO)>

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Yasin Winston (Nov 06 2015 3:11PM) : their so young more

their so young causing hell on people in texts it says my brother was six i was five and debra was four

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 17 2015 9:35AM) : There were eight kids on the block in 1957, from age 12 down to 1. They had to eat raw bacon. [Edited] more

I cannot believe that they had to eat raw bacon. That is so nasty! I love eating cooked bacon. I think that they did not have a stove to cook the bacon on. I feel so sad for them.

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(Sep 17 2015 9:35AM) : I wonder why Gary ate raw bacon, wrestled and kicked chickens <(._.)> [Edited]
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Yasin Winston (Nov 06 2015 10:43AM) : sounds fun more

Gary did a lot of fun things when younger for example "there were eight kids on the block that year ranging from twelve down to one so there was much to do wrestle ,eat raw bacon,jump from couch ,sword fight with rolled up newspapers ,steal from neighbors ,kick chickens throw rocks at passing cars.

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 17 2015 9:37AM) : When his mom said, "Now kids, do not hurt yourself," they did not listen to her. [Edited] more

Why did the kids did not listen to her?

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(Sep 17 2015 12:34PM) : Why did they not listen? [Edited] more

Because they are part of the mafia.

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 2:49PM) : why did not listen to her? more

because they are to listen to the adult

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(Sep 29 2015 3:02PM) : no,there part of the mafia faith cant you tell
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Raleek Wynn (Sep 17 2015 12:51PM) : They were bad little kids and they ate raw bacon. no home training [Edited] more

I feel sorry for them they ate raw bacon it probably was discusting and they was probably sick and still hungry because raw bacon is not fulling all of the kids up

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Yasin Winston (Nov 06 2015 10:34AM) : oh my gosh that sounds fun more

I like their imagination skills and that sounds like so much fun being pushed out out of a window into a school of sharks ready to eat you

What we learned from the Molinas was how to have fun, and what we taught them was how to fight. It seemed that the Sotos were inherently violent. I remember, for instance, watching my aunts going at one another in my grandmother’s back yard, while the men looked on with beers in their hands and mumbled to one another, perhaps noting the beauty of a jab or a roundhouse punch. Another time the police arrived late at night in search of our Uncle Leonard who had gotten into a fight at a neighborhood bar. Shortly thereafter, I recall driving with my mother to see him at what she said was a “soldier’s camp.” She had a sack of goods with her, and after speaking softly to a uniformed man we were permitted to enter. It was lunch time and he sat on a felled log laughing with other men. When he saw us coming, he laughed even harder.

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Raleek Wynn (Sep 17 2015 12:56PM) : They learned from other people. [Edited] more

People taught them how to fight.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 09 2015 10:11AM) : people showed them how to fight more

so when they get into a fight theyll know how to defend them selves

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Stacy Roman (Nov 09 2015 10:15AM) : they learned from molinas to have fun and be able to fight at the same time more

i feel like if they can be able to have fun and fight at the same time

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Stacy Roman (Nov 09 2015 10:19AM) : so they all like to fight probably it runs in the family because he was talking about his grandma more

i feel like they family be having fun and they wavy .

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Stacy Roman (Nov 09 2015 10:26AM) : so basically he talking bout how this one time his uncle got locked up for fighting at a bar more

i feel like his family is the type of family that be ready to give it up .

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Deanna Alvarado (Sep 17 2015 9:36AM) : All the kids taught each other something. [Edited] more

The Molinas taught Gray and his siblings how to have fun. They never had fun before because they were always working so they didn’t have too much time to play until they meet Molinas.

Gray taught the Molinas to fight because they never knew how to fight so they could defend themselves and not get bullied wherever they go.

The Molinas and Gray and his siblings taught each other new things and got closer and became friends, finding out new stuff every day with each other.

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(Sep 17 2015 9:37AM) : Gary taught the Molinas how to fight, and the Molinas showed Gary how to have fun. [Edited] more

That does not sound like a fair deal though.
<(-_-)>

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Yasin Winston (Sep 17 2015 12:37PM) : Yeah, you are right. It does not sound like a fair deal at all. '<..>' [Edited]
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Yasin Winston (Sep 17 2015 12:39PM) : Gary soto taught the Molinas how to be tough, and they taught Gary how to survive, I believe it was. [Edited]
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Faith Castaneda (Sep 17 2015 12:39PM) : They learned from Molina's how to have fun and how to fight. [Edited] more

Why did they say that he and his friends learned to have fun, but they
ignored her. That does not make sense.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:16AM) : they finally learned how to be kids nd have fun. more

i find this a good idea because the kids were always bad so now sinse they are learning how to be good that is what they are doing now.

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Damian Espinosa (Sep 17 2015 12:54PM) : They show how violent their minds were . [Edited]
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Faith Castaneda (Sep 17 2015 12:45PM) : The police were look for Uncle Leonard because he had a fight in a bar late at night. [Edited] more

Why did he have a fight inside a bar?

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(Sep 29 2015 3:04PM) : how do you not know that faith drunkards always fight about stuff usually about pickles
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Faith Castaneda (Sep 17 2015 12:55PM) : One of the police let them in, and when they saw them coming he laughed, then laughed even harder because they were Mexicans. [Edited] more

Why did they laugh because they were Mexicans?

In turn, I was edged with a meanness; and more often than not the object of my attacks was Rick. If upset, I chased him with rocks, pans, a hammer, whatever lay around in the yard. Once, when he kicked over a row of beans I had planted in the yard, I chased him down the alley with a bottle until, in range, I hurled it at him. The bottle hit him in the thigh and, to my surprise, showered open with blood. Screaming, his mouth open wide enough to saucer a hat inside, he hobbled home while I stood there, only slightly worried at his wound and the spanking that would follow, shouting that he had better never do that again. And he didn’t.

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Raleek Wynn (Sep 17 2015 12:53PM) : They played with paper swords. [Edited] more

They had no toys when they were younger.

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(Sep 17 2015 12:39PM) : Gary chased after Rick because he got mad. [Edited] more

Maybe gary does not know how to control his anger.
lashing out like that is kinda dangerous because rick could have bled out and died.. He’s crazy. < (_)>

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Raleek Wynn (Sep 17 2015 12:58PM) : They will be playing. [Edited] more

He might get mad and try to kill him

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Damian Espinosa (Sep 28 2015 12:45PM) : Rick chased the kid down [Edited] more

Rick is a crazy kid that has anger issues and doesn’t know how to control it. Its like if yo do something that irritates he he do everything to put his hands on you, and it wont be pretty.

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Raleek Wynn (Oct 01 2015 12:46PM) : now we posted on the strip more

jump out gang puttin niggas on they shiiit

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Raleek Wynn (Oct 01 2015 9:36AM) : the little girl fell from the swing while rosie was her more

the little girl fell of the swing because probably rosie was pushing her to fast or to high

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Damian Espinosa (Oct 01 2015 12:39PM) : She was HIGH as a Kite and then she fell back down
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I was also hurt by others who were equally as mean, and I am thinking particularly of an Okie kid who yelled that we were dirty Mexicans. Perhaps so, but why bring it up? I looked at my feet and was embarrassed, then mad. With a bottle I approached him slowly in spite of my brother’s warnings that the kid was bigger and older. When I threw the bottle and missed, he swung his stick and my nose exploded blood for several feet. Frightened, though not crying, I ran home with Rick and Debra chasing me, and dabbed at my face and T-shirt, poked mercurochrome at the tear that bubbled, and then lay on the couch, swallowing blood as I slowly grew faint and sleepy. Rick and Debra looked at me for a while, then got up to go outside to play.

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Matthew Hernandez (Sep 25 2015 10:38AM) : The kids in this neighborhood are not ordinary [Edited] more

The kids have a hard time listening and they get them self’s in trouble.

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(Sep 17 2015 12:44PM) : Gary was also bullied. [Edited] more

Gary was bullied a lot and called names like "dirty Mexican’’ which is racist and messed up. <(. \./.)>

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Damian Espinosa (Sep 28 2015 12:50PM) : Gary was bullied too more

Garry was also hurt by other people comments which made him turn this way. He didn’t like when people called him Dirty Mexicans.

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Raleek Wynn (Oct 01 2015 9:33AM) : he jumped up yelling you filthy mexican more

he probably called rosie a filthy mexican because she pushed his daughter of the swing and she started crying

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Christopher Dahnir (Oct 01 2015 9:45AM) : when i had throw the bottle and missed, he swung his stick and my nose exploded blood for seven feet more

this sentence talks about when soto tried to attack someone with a bottle and he missed and the person who he tried to attack hit soto with a stick and made him bleed

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Rick and I and the Molinas all enjoyed looking for trouble and often went to extremes to try to get into fights. One day we found ourselves staring at some new kids on the street— three of them about our age— and when they looked over their picket fence to see who we were, I thought one of them had sneered at us, so I called him a name. They called back at us, and that provocation was enough to send Rick to beat on one of them. Rick entered their yard and was punched in the ear, then in the back when he tried to hunch over to protect himself. Furious as a bee, I ran to fight the kid who had humbled Rick, but was punched in the stomach, which knocked the breath out of me so I couldn’t tell anyone how much it had hurt. The Molinas grew scared and ran home, while Rick and I, slightly roughed up but sure that we had the guts to give them a good working over, walked slowly home trying to figure out how to do it. A small flame lit my brain, and I suggested that we stuff a couple of cats into potato sacks and beat the kids with them. An even smaller light flared in my brother’s brain. “Yeah, that’ll get them,” he said, happy that we were going to get even. We called to our cat, Boots, and found another unfortunate cat that was strolling nonchalantly down our alley in search of prime garbage. I called to it, and it came, purring. I carried it back to our yard where Rick had already stuffed Boots into a sack, which was bumping about on the ground. Seeing this, the cat stiffened in my arms and I had trouble working the cat into the sack, for it had spread its feet and opened its claws. But once inside, the cat grew calm, resigning itself to fate, and meowed only once or twice. For good measure I threw a bottle into my sack, and the two of us— or, to be fair, the four of us— went down the alley in search of the new kids.

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Deanna Alvarado (Oct 02 2015 3:13PM) : Always fighting more

It sounds like rick had a fight and the person he was fighting punched him in the ear.That his ear started to bleed and it had to been a really bad fight because rick’s ear is bleeding and he entered the yard with a bloody ear and then he try to hunch over to protect himself

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Deanna Alvarado (Sep 17 2015 12:43PM) : They looked for fights a lot. [Edited] more

They love to fight and look for a lot of trouble with other people which they enjoyed a lot, but that’s not that good to find so much trouble with a lot of people.

I think they only look for fights because they felt a meanness inside, so now they going with what their soul said, and now they want to fight people all the time.

In a way, it’s a good thing because they know how to defend themselves and not let nobody bully them, but they bully other people so in another way it’s bad to bully people.

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(Sep 17 2015 12:52PM) : They have a thing for getting in trouble. [Edited] more

Why would they want to get in trouble?it crazy how the would take it up a notch and cause fights with other kids. >:D

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Damian Espinosa (Sep 28 2015 12:56PM) : They Like Looking For Trouble more

These kids enjoyed looking for trouble especially on other peoples neighborhoods they never are calm kids they just filled with rage for excitement and their benefit.

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Raleek Wynn (Sep 17 2015 12:53PM) : They were looking for trouble. [Edited] more

They was looking for fights.

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Anthony Ruiz (Oct 20 2015 10:09AM) : they did rick dirty because he was not expending that. more

that go to hurt

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We looked for them, even calling them names at their back porch, but they failed to show themselves. Rick and I believed that they were scared, so in a way we were victors. Being mean, we kicked over their garbage cans and ran home where we fought one another with the sacks, the cats all along whining and screaming to get out.

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Raleek Wynn (Oct 01 2015 9:40AM) : my father was showing me how to water more

earler in the day he and a friend had leveled the backyard with a roller then with a two by four they dragged on a rope to fill in the despressed areas

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(Sep 17 2015 12:57PM) : They are the victors? [Edited] more

Why would they want to fight if they don’t expect to get beat up?

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Raleek Wynn (Sep 17 2015 12:59PM) : They call people names. [Edited] more

But they were scared of the victors.

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Damian Espinosa (Sep 28 2015 1:00PM) : They Love Arguing more

They were scared cause they was on somebody else neighborhood but they was causing choas by kicking someones else garbage down

Perhaps the most enjoyable summer day was when Rick, Debra, and I decided to burn down our house. Earlier in the summer we had watched a television program on fire prevention at our grandmother’s house, only three houses down from us on Sarah Street. The three of us sat transfixed in front of the gray light of the family’s first TV. We sat on the couch with a bowl of grapes, and when the program ended the bowl was still in Rick’s lap, untouched. TV was that powerful.

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(Sep 17 2015 12:59PM) : What? This is not gonna end well. [Edited] more

Is this where the book ends?

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 10:22AM) : Gary and his brother and his sister deiced to burned down the houses. more

why will they do that that is not nice that is so mean they should not watch something like that

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Damian Espinosa (Oct 01 2015 12:59PM) : They Burned their House Down more

These little kids are pyromaniacs they cant do nothing in this book with fighting or doing something dumb.

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Just after that program Rick and I set fire to our first shoe box, in which we imagined were many people scurrying to get out. We hovered over the fire, and our eyes grew wild. Later, we got very good at burning shoe boxes. We crayoned windows, cut doors on the sides, and dropped ants into the boxes, imagining they were people wanting very badly to live. Once the fire got going, I wailed like a siren and Rick flicked water from a coffee can at the building leaping with flames. More often than not, it burned to ash and the ants shriveled to nothing— though a few would limp away, wiser by vision of death.

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Yasin Winston (Nov 06 2015 3:24PM) : That is so bad for them to do right more

They set fire to shoe boxes for example it says “just after the program rick and i set fire to our first shoe box in which we imagined were many people scurrying to get out”

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Damian Espinosa (Oct 02 2015 10:42AM) : Playing with Fire more

This shows you to keep kids away from fire.

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But we grew bored with the shoe boxes. We wanted something more exciting and daring, so Rick suggested that we brighten our lives with a house fire. “Yeah,” Debra and I cried, leaping into the air, and proceeded to toss crumpled newspapers behind the doors, under the table, and in the middle of the living room. Rick struck a match, and we stood back laughing as the flames jumped wildly about and the newspaper collapsed into ash that floated to the ceiling. Once the fire got started we dragged in the garden hose and sprayed the house, the three of us laughing for the love of good times. We were in a frenzy to build fires and put them out with the hose. I looked at Rick and his eyes were wide with pleasure, his crazed laughter like the mad scientists of the movies we would see in the coming years. Debra was jumping up and down on the couch, a toy baby in her arms, and she was smiling her tiny teeth at the fire. I ran outside flapping my arms because I wanted to also burn the chinaberry that stood near our bedroom window. Just as I was ready to set a match to a balled newspaper I intended to hurl into the branches, our grandmother came walking slowly down the alley to check on us. (It was her responsibility to watch us during the day because our father was working at Sun-Maid Raisin and our mother was peeling potatoes at Reddi-Spud.) Grandma stopped at the gate and stared at me as if she knew what we were up to, and I stared back so I could make a quick break if she should lunge at me. Finally she asked, “How are you, honey?” I stared at my dirty legs, then up to her: “OK. I’m just playing.” With the balled newspaper in my hand, I pointed to the house and told her that Rick and Debra were inside coloring. Hearing this she said to behave myself, gave me a piece of gum, and returned to her house.

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Damian Espinosa (Nov 02 2015 10:47AM) : Ricky wanted to start a house fire to brighten things up more

Ricky is really crazy.How a house come up off the top of your head.

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 10:28AM) : GARY brother and sister wanted something more exciting his brother suggested to make a house fire. more

why will they do that soon or later they will fire real houses and they are to young to play with fire .Also who ever play with fire get there finger burned.

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When I went back inside Rick and Debra were playing war with cherry tomatoes. Debra was behind the table on which the telephone rested, while Rick crouched behind a chair making the sounds of bombs falling.

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Ezekiel Harrison (Sep 29 2015 3:19PM) : play with cherry tomatoes [Edited] more

these kids are going to get whooped

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 3:01PM) : Rick and Debra was playing war with cherry tomatoes. more

why will they do that his grandma can use that for her cooking and when there grandma find out that the cherry tomatoes are missing they get in trouble.

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Ezekiel Harrison (Sep 29 2015 3:20PM) : yeah they are more

that the kids are very difficult to raise

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Damian Espinosa (Nov 02 2015 10:52AM) : Rick and Debra were playing with the tomatoes more

They were running a fake call of duty with there tomatoes and made sound effects to go with it

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“Rick,” I called because I wanted to tell him that Grandma had come to see how we were doing, but he threw a tomato and it splashed my T-shirt like a bullet wound. I feigned being shot and fell to the floor. He rolled from behind the chair to hide behind a door. “Are you dead?” he asked. I lifted my head and responded: “Only a little bit.”

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Damian Espinosa (Nov 02 2015 10:59AM) : Debra try to warn Rick [Edited] more

Grandma was coming to check up on them while they was throwing tomatoes all around the room.Debra try to tell Rick but him being such a hard headed child still playing with the tomatoes and hit Debra’s T-Shirt and it looked like a bullet wound on her shirt.
These kids really have a problem they don’t know how to act these really have no home training they act like little barbarians.
If my mom came home and she seen the house the way they left theirs she would whoop my behind and them make me clean the whole house .

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Laughing, we hurled tomatoes at one another, and some of them hit their mark— an ear, a shoulder, a grinning face— while others skidded across the floor or became pasted to the wall. “You Jap,” Debra screamed as she cocked her hand to throw, to which I screamed, “You damn German.” We fought laughing until the tomatoes were gone. Breathing hard, we looked at the mess we had created, and then at each other, slightly concerned at what it might mean. Rick and I tried to clean up with a broom while Debra lay exhausted on the couch, thumb in her mouth and making a smacking sound. I can’t recall falling asleep but that’s what happened, because I awoke to Rick crying in the kitchen. Our mother had come home to an ash-darkened living room, a puddled kitchen, and tomato-stained walls. She yelled and spanked Rick, after which she dragged him to the stove where she heated a fork over a burner and threatened to burn his wrists. “Now are you going to play with fire?” she screamed. I peeked into the kitchen and her mouth was puckered into a dried fruit as Rick cried that she was hurting him, that he was sorry, that he would never do it again. Tear leaped from his face as he tried to wiggle free. She threw the fork into the sink, then let him go. She turned to me and yelled: “And you too, Chango!” She started after me, but I ran out the front door into the alley where I hid behind a stack of boards. I stayed there until my breathing calmed and my fear disappeared like an ash picked up by the wind. I got up and, knowing that I couldn’t return home immediately, I went to the Molinas. Just as I turned into their yard I caught sight of two of them climbing, hand over hand, on the telephone wires that stretched from above the back porch to the pole itself. A few of the younger Molinas looked on from an opened window, readying for their turn, as the radio blared behind them. I threw a rock at the two hanging from the wires, and they laughed that I missed. The other kids laughed. Their mother, with a baby in her arms, came out to the back porch, laughed, and told us to behave ourselves.

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Destiny Delgado (Sep 17 2015 1:00PM) : Being bad [Edited] more

The kids decided to burn down their house slowly. Although they did not fully do it, they did burn paper around their house and made a pile of ash, and they didn’t think about what would happen when their mother got home.

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(Sep 29 2015 3:12PM) : what type of mother would do that! more

ugh wow that was a bit abusive um i would choose different methods to teach my children a lesson.

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Matthew Hernandez (Sep 29 2015 3:15PM) : The kids did not listen [Edited] more

The kids did not listen to there grandmother and that led to there mom finding out what they did to the house.The kids burned the house on fire and threw tomato’s at each other.There mom found out what were the doing in the house and got a fork.There mom got the fork and put it in the stove to heat up. She threaded Rick and said “are you going to play with fire again.”
I think there are not good kids and they need to be watched in there house every time. There mother is not teaching them to have good manners and she is not a good mother because she threaten Rick.

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Damian Espinosa (Nov 02 2015 11:04AM) : Some tomatoes hit their mark and some just completely missed more

Guess the kids have a lot of cleaning to do since the tomatoes got pasted on the wall

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Raleek Wynn (Oct 01 2015 9:29AM) : they ran to fight the man with handfuls of redwood chips that they had scooped up from the play area more

they probably fought the man with the redwood chips because they were hungry

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Yasin Winston (Sep 17 2015 12:49PM) : Gary's brother gets punished. [Edited] more

I did not think it was fair how Gary’s brother, Rick got punished for the fires they made in the shoe boxes and on the house, also the tomatoes in the house.

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 10:34AM) : the mom was going to take rick and hit and he was threaded to burn his wrist. [Edited] more

Why will she do that they are just kids and there imagination run wild.Also if i had kids I would hit them not do that that is child abuse his mom can go to jail if she did that .

If there is a mess in the house I will hit them so bad that they can not got to school for weeks.

Also i would tell to clean the house so clean i can see myself on the floor.

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Deanna Alvarado (Oct 01 2015 9:30AM) : She was hitting him with a fork more
In the sentence it says “She threw the fork in the stink,Then let him go.” so that means she hit him with the fork over and over again and left marks on he’s body.
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My father was showing me how to water. Earlier in the day he and a friend had leveled the backyard with a roller, then with a two-by-four they dragged on a rope to fill in the depressed areas, after which they watered the ground and combed it slowly with a steel rake. They were preparing the ground for a new lawn. They worked shirtless in the late summer heat, and talked only so often, stopping now and then to point and say things I did not understand— how fruit trees would do better near the alley and how the vegetable garden would do well on the east side of the house.

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Ezekiel Harrison (Oct 23 2015 3:22PM) : that his dad was helping him water the plants more

The father died and gary was crying about his dad dying and he didnt get to teach him how to water the plats in the garden

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Raleek Wynn (Nov 13 2015 3:02PM) : MY FATHER Was showing me how to water. more

i think his father was showing him how to water because he dont no how to. he was probably showing how to water the plants cause if he didnt show him how to water the plants would die

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:19AM) : back in the days him and his father would work on hot summer days building a backyard . more

i feel like thats a father and son thing to do which is nice .

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Damian Espinosa (Nov 02 2015 11:08AM) : They were preparing the ground for a new lawn more

All that [work that him and father did with his father friend was to prepare the lawn to grow fruit trees and etc.

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“Put your thumb like this,” he said. Standing over me, he took the hose and placed his thumb over the opening so that the water streamed out hissing and showed silver in that dusk. I tried it and the water hissed and went silver as I pointed the hose to a square patch of dirt that I soaked but was careful not to puddle.

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Reggie Checo (Oct 08 2015 9:47AM) : Gary was taught how to water from his father.Him and his friend worked together to roll the ground,then they divided the grass with rope and combed the grass with a rake.They prepared a new lawn.They had lots of conversations. more

In my opinion the family works very hard to take care of there home and each other .Garys dad is a hard working dad like mine because he works hard to pay the bills and put food on the table.

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Ezekiel Harrison (Oct 08 2015 1:02PM) : The plants needed water and his dad thoght Gary how to water the plants to learn to help water the plants for his dad.
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Damian Espinosa (Nov 02 2015 11:15AM) : Holding the hoes so it could stream onto the lawn more

Gary just having some father and son time fixing the garden and just bonding, making their connection stronger as they fix the lawn up.

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Anthony Ruiz (Sep 25 2015 10:26AM) : Why would he tell him to put his thumb like this on a opening of a hole in the hose. And why would they put the fruit tree near the alley instead of the tree being near the house. more

They dident need to use there thumb they could have just use tape to cover the hose.

Father returned to sit down with an iced tea. His knees were water-stained and his chest was flecked with mud. Mom sat next to him, garden gloves resting on her lap. She was wearing checkered shorts and her hair was tied up in a bandana. He patted his lap, and she jumped into it girlishly, arms around his neck. They raised their heads to watch me— or look through me, as if something were on the other side of me— and talked about our new house— the neighbors, trees they would plant, the playground down the block. They were tired from the day’s work but were happy. When Father pinched her legs, as if to imply they were fat, she punched him gently and played with his hair. The water streamed, nickel-colored, as I slowly worked from one end to the next. When I raised my face to Father’s to ask if I could stop, he pointed to an area that I had missed. Although it was summer I was cold from the water and my thumb hurt from pressing the hose, trigger-like, to reach the far places. But I wanted to please him, to work hard as he had, so I watered the patch until he told me to stop. I turned off the water, coiled the hose as best I could, and sat with them as they talked about the house and stared at where I had been standing.

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Reggie Checo (Oct 08 2015 1:02PM) : Gary went to the park with a girl friend.The girl Gary went to the park with started playing with another girl on the swings. more
I think the man overreacted because everyone falls off a swing once and a while.
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(Nov 10 2015 10:10AM) : Gary worked hard with his father to water the plants with their hose . [Edited] more

Gary wanted to make his father feel proud of him so worked even if he was exhausted.I would be very tired if I were Gary. and quit. Gary’s father was very bossy in my opinion.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:18AM) : garys father always liked iced tea. more

he liked iced tea because that is how his mother taught him and that is what his mom and dad drunk around him.

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Damian Espinosa (Nov 02 2015 11:20AM) : His knees was water-stained and his chest was flecked with mud [Edited] more

Hardwork pays off because after he finished with the lawn he took a break and had a nice cod ice tea and it tasted like “GLORY
Gary was very happy that he finally finshed with the garden he proud that he finished what he did started
Me personally i thought Gary wasn’t going to do it at all

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Ezekiel Harrison (Oct 23 2015 3:26PM) : father more

the father was sitting down with iced tea and mom sit with him with the garden gloves on to do the gardening

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:23AM) : after they hard work they have done the father goes to sit down with an ice tea in his hand but his knees were stained from all the water and mud . more

i feel like heve done a hard job working .

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:19AM) : the parents knew he had done something bad. more

they knew he had done something bad because they both kept on looking at him at the same time.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:25AM) : gary and his family was happy sometimes. more

they were not happy most of the times because they had some family issues.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:20AM) : Gary had always wanted to please his father. more

i find this interesting because not a lot of kids out their want to please their parents.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:24AM) : Gary started to clean his house to impress/please his father. more

this is important because not a lot of kids like to clean

The next day Father was hurt at work. A neck injury. Two days later he was dead. I remember the hour— two in the afternoon. An uncle slammed open the back door at Grandma’s and the three of us— cousin Isaac, Debbie, and I who were playing in the yard— grew stiff because we thought we were in trouble for doing something wrong. He looked at us, face lined with worry and shouting to hurry to the car. At the hospital I recall Mother holding her hand over her eyes as if she was looking into a light. She was leaning into someone’s shoulder and was being led away from the room in which Father lay.

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Anthony Ruiz (Sep 25 2015 10:38AM) : In paragraph Gary farther die from a neck injury at work and his uncle was angry i know this because he slammed his grandma's door and had a worry look on his face. [Edited] more Tags: `

I’m thinking that the reason why Gary’s uncle was looking worry and angry is because he just found out that his brother just died.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:24AM) : gary soto finding out his father got hurt at work . a neck injury more

what would gary do now ?

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 10:42AM) : his father was dead two days ago more

that is so sad Gary loved his father i feel the same way my grandpa died when my mom was my age and I had never meet even thought he was dead when my mom was my age i feel sad for him

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I remember looking up but saying nothing, though I sensed what had happened— that Father was dead. I did not feel sorrow nor did I cry, but I felt conspicuous because relatives were pressing me against their legs or holding holding my hand or touching my head, tenderly. I stood among them, some of whom were crying while others had their heads bowed and mouths moving. The three of us were led away down the hall to a cafeteria where an uncle bought us candies that we ate standing up and looking around, after which we left the hospital and walked into a harsh afternoon light. We got into a blue car I had never seen before.

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Anthony Ruiz (Sep 28 2015 9:39AM) : I'm still wondering why he did not cry at his dad die at the hospital but he only felt tenderly. more

I’m still concern because his dad just die from a neck injury and for a kid he should alest cry.

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Christopher Dahnir (Sep 29 2015 3:23PM) : I remember seeing something in the sky but saying nothing, i sensed what happened that father died more

sotos father died also he was remembering something when he looked at the sky. This relates to me because i look at the sky without saying nothing also someone died in my family

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:26AM) : soto did not cry as he managed to stay strong but he was trying to hold it in of all people holding him his hands and stuff more

i feel like he a strong kid for that because if that was my dad i wouldnt know what ill do .

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At the funeral there was crying. I knelt with my brother and sister, hands folded and trying to be patient, though I was itchy from the tiny coat whose shoulders worked into my armpits and from the heat of a stuffy car on our long and slow drive from the church in town. Prayers were said and a eulogy was given by a man we did not know. We were asked to view the casket, with our mother and the three of us to lead the procession. An uncle helped my mother while we walked shyly to view our father for the last time. When I stood at the casket, I was surprised to see him, eyes closed and moist-looking and wearing a cap the color of skin. (Years later I would realize that it hid the wound from which he had died.) I looked quickly and returned to my seat, head bowed because my relatives were watching me and I felt scared.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:27AM) : so gary has other siblings and i dont know how they were taking it but i know gary was holding them together telling them its gunna be okay more

i feel like gary and his siblings are going threw alot right now but i know they could get through it together .

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Anthony Ruiz (Oct 20 2015 10:12AM) : In this sentence Rick is getting hurt and getting kick in the face and then try to hunch over to protect himself from getting hurt. [Edited] more

That really got to hurt because Rick just got kick in the face and punch in the ear too.

We buried our father. Later that day at the house, Grandma could not stop shaking from her nerves, so a doctor was called. I was in the room when he opened his bag and shiny things gleamed from inside it. Scared, I left the room and sat in the living room with my sister, who had a doughnut in her hand, with one bite gone. An aunt whose face was twisted from crying looked at me and, feeling embarrassed, I lowered my head to play with my fingers.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:29AM) : im not sure how the grandma was taking it but i know that she needa stay strong because shes old her self and we dont want nothing happening to her more

i feel like the grandma needs someone by her side because i feel her pain because that was her son .

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Anthony Ruiz (Oct 20 2015 10:14AM) : maybe the aunt fetal bad for Gary more

for his loss of his farther

A week later relatives came to help build the fence Father had planned for the new house. A week after that Rick, Debra, and I were playing in an unfurnished bedroom with a can of marbles Mother had given us. Behind the closed door we rolled the marbles so that they banged against the baseboard and jumped into the air. We separated, each to a corner, where we swept them viciously with our arms— the clatter of the marbles hitting the walls so loud I could not hear the things in my heart.

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When I was seven years old I spent most of the summer at Romain playground, a brown stick among other brown kids. The playground was less than a block from where we lived, on a street of retired couples, Okie families, and two or three Mexican families. Just before leaving for work our mother told us— my brother Rick, sister Debra, and me— not to leave the house until after one in the afternoon, at which time I skipped off to the playground, barefoot and smiling my teeth that were uneven and without direction. By that hour the day was yellow with one-hundred-degree heat, the sun blaring high over the houses. I walked the asphalt street with little or no pain toward a mirage of water that disappeared as I approached it.

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Deanna Alvarado (Nov 05 2015 9:28AM) : he spent most of the summer at romain playground more

It sounds like gary really liked romain playground because he had alots of friends to play with and he really wasn’t by himself.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:33AM) : after that day they went home and they will always eat. more

they used to go to his friends house.

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Raleek Wynn (Nov 16 2015 1:04PM) : when i was seven years old i spent most of the summer at roomain playground,a brown stick among other brown kids. more

i think he had to stay around the black kids because the romain playground is probably were only black kids play at

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 3:13PM) : when Gary was seven years old he would go to the Romain playground. more

why would he go to the park he could go to the pool or I think that they do not have a pool he could spent time with his brother and sister inside so they can be cool

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 05 2015 9:30AM) : gary went to the park by his house. more

i found this intersting because he said that when they was seven they played at romain playground.

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 06 2015 10:15AM) : when he was seven he was not really home that much. more

i find this interesting because he should always be home at all times.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:32AM) : when gary was seven he use to go to the playground to play and sometimes hell even sneak out to go because his mom would give him a certain time and he wouldnt like it more

i feel like gary brave to do something like that .

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Yasin Winston (Sep 17 2015 12:58PM) : They played on playgrounds with their bare feet. [Edited] more

it is real messed up. It is so donkey up, like really!

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Faith Castaneda (Sep 29 2015 3:20PM) : there was a kid named Okie who was so poor that he had to wear a bathing suit. more

i feel so bad if i was rich and i saw that kid i will give him 3,ooo dollars.

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At the playground I asked for checkers at the game room, unfolded the board under the elm that was cut with initials and, if he was there, I played with Ronnie, an Okie kid who was so poor that he had nothing to wear but a bathing suit. All summer he showed up in his trunks, brown as the rest of us Mexicans, and seemed to enjoy himself playing checkers, Candyland, and Sorry. Once, when I brought him an unwrapped jelly sandwich in my hand, the shapes of my fingers pressed into the bread, he took it and didn’t look into my eyes. He ate very slowly, deliberating over each move. When he beat me and had polished off his sandwich, he turned away without a word and ran off to play with someone else.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 10 2015 10:40AM) : gary soto is talking about how the girl got hurt and started bleeding . more

i feel like the girl should go do something to dry up the blood .

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 06 2015 10:16AM) : he did lots of fun and exciting things there. more

this is good that he is having fun because i believe that all children should be having fun and enjoying their lives.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:33AM) : gary and his mexican friends would ask for the checkers in the playground and play . more

i feel like he got good mexicans friends to play with .

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Zakelle Brown (Nov 06 2015 10:18AM) : all summer the other boy showed off alot. more

gary really did not care because he is a better person than to just be showing off alot.

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If Ronnie was not there and no one else challenged me, I just sat under the tree stacking checkers until they toppled over and I started again to raise that crooked spine of checkers a foot high.

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If there were only little kids— four or five-year-olds who could count to ten— I played Candyland, a simple game of gum drops and sugar canes down a road to an ice cream sandwich. I remember playing with Rosie, a five-year-old whose brother Raymond got his leg broken when he was hit by a car. I was not around that day, but I recall racing a friend to where it had happened to look at the dried blood on the curb. My friend and I touched the stain. I scratched at it so that a few flakes got under my nails, and no matter how I picked and sucked at them, they wouldn’t come out. We both ran home very frightened.

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Anthony Ruiz (Sep 28 2015 9:46AM) : why that game called candyland makes me hungry because hes talking about ice cream sandwiches and other candy that sounds good. more

why is their dried blood on the curb.

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Rosie sat across the picnic-like table from me, her stringy hair spiked with a few flowers, and called me “Blackie” when it was my turn to spin the wheel and move down the candyland road. I didn’t hit her because she had six brothers, five of them bigger than me. To smack her would have meant terror that would last for years. But the truth was that she liked me, for she offered me sunflower seeds from her sweaty palms and let me spit the shells at her.

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“Spin the wheel, Blackie,” she said with a mouthful of her seeds and sniffling from a perennial cold, a bubble of snot coming and going.

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Anthony Ruiz (Sep 29 2015 10:31AM) : why does she have seeds in her mouth more

and how can she talk with the seeds in her mouth

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Stacy Roman (Nov 10 2015 10:42AM) : the girl called him blackie but he didint want to nothing about it because she had lots of brothers and sisters . more

i feel like i understand gary because he doesnt want to get jumped probably .

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“OK, tether-ball-head,” I countered. Both of us laughed at each other’s cleverness while we traded off spitting shells at one another, a few pasting themselves to our foreheads.

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Anthony Ruiz (Sep 29 2015 10:36AM) : what kind of name is Tether-Ball-Head more

was that spit ball back then

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One Saturday morning a well-dressed man let his daughter try the slide. Rosie ran over to join the little girl, who was wearing a dress, her hair tied into a neat pony tail. Her shoes were glossy black and she wore socks with red trim. Rosie squealed at the little girl and the girl squealed back, and they both ran off to play while the father sat with his newspaper on the bench.

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I went and sat on the same bench, shyly picking at the brittle, green paint but not looking up at the man at first. When my eyes did lift, slowly like balloons let go, I took it all in: His polished shoes, creased pants, the shirt, and his watch that glinted as he turned the page of his newspaper. I had seen fathers like him before on the Donna Reed Show or Father Knows Best, and I was pleased that he was here at our playground because I felt that we were being trusted, that nearby, just beyond our block, the rich people lived and were welcoming.

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He looked up from the newspaper at me and forced a quick smile that relaxed back into a line as he returned to his paper. Happily I jumped from the bench and rushed to play with Rosie and the little girl, hoping to catch the man’s eye as I swung twice as high as the girls and parachuted with great abandon to land like a frog. He looked up to smile, but dropped his eyes back to the newspaper as he recrossed his legs.

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Stacy Roman (Nov 05 2015 9:35AM) : gary i think has some type of crush on the girl rosie because he seem to be happy when he was with the girls . more

i feel like soto should actually get with the little girl .

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But then it happened: The little girl fell from the swing while Rosie was pushing her. Startled by her sudden crying, the man’s eyes locked on the scene of Rosie hovering over his daughter crying on the ground. He jumped up yelling, “You filthy Mexican.” He picked up his daughter who had stopped crying, and then, turning to Rosie who was saying that she hadn’t done anything, he shoved her hard against the chain link fence so that her sunflower seeds flew in every direction. She got up bent over, her breath knocked out, mouth open wide as a cup and a string of saliva lengthening to the ground.

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Matthew Hernandez (Oct 01 2015 9:44AM) : The people in the park are not kind [Edited] more

The person that was sitting in the bench was not a good person because he saw his daughter fall off the swing and called Gary a filthy Mexican. Also he pushed Gary’s friend Rosie on the ground making her sunflower seeds fall on the floor.
I this was me I would not do anything to make him more angry than he already is.

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Three of her brothers were playing Chinese checkers under the tree, and when they saw what had happened they ran to fight the man with handfuls of redwood chips that they had scooped up from the play area. Like the rest of us, the brothers, who ranged from eight to fourteen, wore T-shirts and cut-offs but with no shoes— sons of the very poor. But unlike the rest of us, they were fierce brawlers who would go at it even with older kids as they flew up like chickens against those who got them mad.

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Yelling, “You nigger people,” his raised arm blocking the puffs of redwood chips, the man was backed into the merry-go-round while his daughter, some distance away, clung to the chain link fence. He charged one brother and pushed him to the ground only to feel a handful of redwood chips against his face. Coughing, he grabbed another brother and threw him to the ground while still another threw a softball at his back. In pain, the man turned around and chased the brother, but was stopped by the coach who had come running from the baseball game on the other side of the playground.

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“Don’t touch him,” the coach warned the man, who was shouting whatever wild insults came to his mind. The coach tried to coax him to calm down, but the man, whose eyes were glassy, raved rabidly as his arms flailed about.

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Anthony Ruiz (Nov 09 2015 5:18PM) : In this paragraph a crazy man is yelling a lot and they try to calm him down. more

The man is yelling stuff like ’’DON’T TOUCH HIM’’ and also saying insults but the coach try’s to calm him down but the man whose eyes were glassy,Raved rabidly as his arms flailed about.

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I had been watching from upside-down on the bars, but got down to help Rosie gather her seeds. She was on her knees, face streaked and nose running. I pinched up three seeds from the ground before I turned to stand by the brothers who were still taunting the man with Coke bottles they had pulled from the garbage. Suddenly the man broke down and as loudly as he had screamed names, he screamed that he was sorry, that he didn’t know what he was doing. He gathered his daughter in his arms, repeating again and again that he was sorry. The coach ushered him to the gate while the brothers, two of them crying, yelled that they were going to get him.

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(Nov 10 2015 10:31AM) : Gary witnessed child abuse that would've been a frightening sight for Gary. more

It was obvious that the man did not think before his actions because he hurted 4 kids.If I were there, I would call the cops.

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“You are no one, mister. You think you can do this to us because we’re little,” one said with his Coke bottle still cocked and ready.

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I wanted to run for them as they left for their car, to explain that it was a mistake; that we also fell from the swings and the bars and slide and got hurt. I wanted to show the man my chin that broke open on the merry-go-round, the half-moon of pink scar. But they hurried away, sweaty from the morning sun, the man’s pants and shirt stained with dirt and the little girl’s limp dress smudged from her fall, and in some ways looking like us.

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I returned to Rosie who was still collecting her seeds, and feeling bad but not knowing what to do, I got to my knees and asked if she wanted to play. I touched her hair, then her small shoulders, and called her name. She looked up at me, her face still wet from crying, and said, “Go away, Blackie.”

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That summer my eyes became infected. My brother and I had had a contest to see how long we could stare into the table fan without looking away. I was there for an hour, my head propped up in my hands, pretending all along I was in a biplane and the earth far below was World War I France. (That summer we watched Dialing-for-Dollars, a morning program that featured many war movies. Together we sat in a rocker-turned-fighter plane and machine-gunned everyone to death, both the good and the bad.)

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An hour in front of the fan, and the next morning I woke with my eyes caked with mucus and unable to open them. I screamed to my mother who was in the kitchen stirring oatmeal, and when she came to the bedroom she screamed louder than me and fainted, dropping to the floor like a bundle of laundry. My brother rushed into the room with my sister following behind him, and both of them screamed when they saw Mom moaning on the ground. Looking up, they screamed as my hands searched the air, and flew to the living room . My mother woke with an “Ay, Dios,” bundled me in her arms, and carried me to the bathroom where she rinsed a hot wash cloth and rubbed it across my eyes, until the mucus softened and my lids fluttered open.

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Christopher Dahnir (Oct 01 2015 12:42PM) : an hour in front of the car,i woke up with myy eyes barly open with mucus and unable to open them more

this summmary means that soto was in front of a car and he seemed very tired to even open his eyes.this relates to me by me not wanting to wake up early in the morning.

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She screamed again because my eyes were not red but milky. She called the doctor who suggested an eye specialist, and that afternoon she took me to see the specialist with my eyes covered by a bandana. We were seen immediately. The nurse ushered us into a dimmed examining room where we were met by a doctor who lifted me into a chair whose motor whined until I was tilted far back. He pointed a small, chrome flashlight at each eye and with a Q-tip he tapped mucus from the corners of my eyes. With the lights back on, he squeezed eye drops between my spread lids, gave my mother instructions, and said it was important that I wear special sunglasses for the next three days. He fitted me with plastic smoke-colored glasses with paper earpieces.

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“How’s that, young man?” he said, trying to be cheerful. “You’ll be just fine in a couple of days.” He patted my knee and gave me a candy.

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While Mother paid the receptionist I looked around the room, from the ceiling to the pictures of ships in a rough sea. It was smoky through the glasses. When we left the air-conditioned office the heat of the afternoon overwhelmed me, and I wanted to take off the glasses to wipe my nose of sweat, but Mother said that the light would make me go blind. We drove home in silence, past the smoky church and the smoky furniture store. I looked at my mother and she was smoky. Our block was smoky as we turned into it. My brother and sister, who greeted me with laughter, were darker than we’d left them. My mother scolded them and told them to water the lawn while we went inside where I was given a bowl of ice cream. I took this treat to the front window and looked out on a knot of smoky neighbor kids who were staring in silence. One of them asked if I was blind.

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“No, Frostie,” I called through the screened window. “I can still see your mocos.”

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That night I was pampered by Mother; Rick and Debra grew envious because I was served more ice cream, more this and that, and was allowed to stay up until nine-thirty to watch Dobie Gillis in my smoky sunglasses. I could hear my brother in bed trying to talk to me.

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“I’m going to get you, Gary,” Rick said. I laughed especially loud at each funny scene, and when the program ended I said, “Boy, that was real good.”

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When I was sent to bed, I took off my sunglasses carefully and fogged them with my breath, rubbing them clean with my T-shirt. I placed them on the bureau and climbed into my bunk bed, while Rick muttered threats because he felt that I was being spoiled.

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Anthony Ruiz (Nov 02 2015 12:59PM) : In this paragraph Gary tells us what happen after when he get sent to bed by his mom. more

Gary says that when he goes to bed he takes off his glasses and cleans them with his t shirt then hers rick muttered threats because hes spoiled too.

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The next day we were again warned by our mother, who worked until four candling eggs for Safeway, not to go outside the house until one or the police might arrest her. The neighbors should not know that we were being left alone.

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