My family and I live in a very poor town because it is hard to find work. My neighborhood has very dry dirt roads and grass less yards of the shanty towns where I live. My family consits of my hard-working dad, my talented mother, my awesome brother and me. In our town the one thing that stands out is Miss Lottie's Marigolds, "a bright splash of sunny against the dirt".
Since all the kids in the neighborhood including myself hated the flowers. We all decided to hide behind bushes and throw rocks at Miss Lottie and her Marigolds. Afterwards, it was only then that I realized, I made a terrible mistake. The inner child in myself was saying it was all for fun, but the adult in me admitted that I should have known better than to throw those rocks.
Tonight my parents finally admitted to use that we were in fact very, very poor since my dad just lost his job. So I took all my frustration and I went to Miss Lottie's garden and I ripped out all of her flowers. Miss Lottie came out and stared out my way in disbelief and I then apologized to her with sorrow and 40 years later I now have my own garden and I do in fact plant Marigolds.