As I look in the mirror I see little Ruben, age about 5, on the floor crying. It all started one day when Yasir came to pick up little Ruben. “Yo whats up Yasir ”said Ruben . Yasir replied “Nottin just picking you up to go home. Get all your stuff and tell your teacher that you’re leaving.” “OK, wait here.” Answered Ruben. On the way down Ruben and Yasir talked about their day at school. …showed first 75 words of 366 total…

…showed last 75 words of 366 total…from his face but it was nothing serious. “Oh my god your mom is gonna kill me. Tell her that you tripped over something outside and got cut. Ok?” suggested Yasir. “OK” replied Ruben. The rest of the ride home was a blur. When they got home Yasir called Gladys at her job and told her what had happened. Yasir then got Ruben some Band-Aids and covered his cut. That is my worst childhood memory.