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Shannon's Autobiography project
None of us could believe it; we were standing in this crazy cat lady’s house with about twenty cats circling around us. The smell was horrible and there were too many animals to choose from. However, once we spotted the three small, innocent, snooty-looking, long-haired Himalayans our choice was narrowed down considerably. The smushed in faces of the tiny creatures were so fascinating, so ugly, and yet so adorable. The day before had been such a horrific experience, that these little fellows had no idea how much joy they would bring into our house. My family’s beloved pet, Coconut, of eighteen years had passed away the night before. It was hard to imagine our life without her. That afternoon my mom had already been online for hours, searching for a new tiny creature to bring into our home. It was of course obvious what kind of pet we would be getting. It would have to be a white, long haired, Himalayan feline; otherwise known as the same cat from the movie Over the Hedge. Eventually, after a long search on the internet, my mom found a lady in Alanton who happened to be selling three Himalayan cats. An appointment was made and by that night we would have our very own pet again. Upon arrival my mom, dad, brother, sister, and I made our way up to the cat lady’s house. It was in badly need of repair and a new paint job. But, from inside, we could hear the distant sounds of a bark and were strangely reassured that this was indeed the place where our newest family member was waiting for us. We rang the doorbell and the door opened. Being greeted by five dogs is not something you anticipate to happen every day. After being almost tackled we were welcomed into a small, cozy house that smelled of old people and a lot of cats. We sat down on the couch and the doors closed around us. It was quiet for the first time, except for this faint meeeoooww. The woman who had invited us in just sat there and smiled. It was a very strange sight indeed. Eventually though, we noticed movement from under the coffee table that was in front of us. Three little bodies slowly poked out from under the table. Two had white little ears and big, blue eyes, while one had reddish ears and dark blue eyes. They were the size of my dad’s hand, which they could easily sit in. They soon became bored of staring at us, and began to play. Pouncing on each other and letting out the occasional complaint, they were bouncing around the room. Within four minutes, though, they were passed out on the floor from exhaustion. They were so cute that we couldn’t possibly just pick one. However, my parents decided two kittens in the house would be enough, and we would have to pick two out the three to take home with us. The cat woman said she would make it easier on us and pointed out that one of the white tipped kittens was having problems with one of its legs. We picked the other two, and brought them home with us. After going through every boy name we could think of, my little brother suggested Louis and Clark for the names of our new little friends. It stuck. Over the past year, however, the names have slightly changed. Louis is now Lou, and Clark is now known as Pig due to his obsession with eating. These cats bring happiness to my house. Every day, when anyone sees them, they laugh and take in the funny sight of the two cats; their two smushed in faces and wide eyes. They remind my family of old times, and that many new times have yet to come. They are a part of our family, and we enjoy them as much as we can.
After nine months of practice, I was finally ready. I was ready to have my first taste of freedom, and experience that special moment. Finally, my time was here. Finally, after all of those months of preparing I was ready for that big moment. Sitting behind the wheel for the first time by myself was that moment. Driving alone was one of the first tastes of freedom I have ever had; and I truly enjoyed it. Being in control of everything was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. Gliding on top of the sleek, black roads for the first time was exhilarating. I had never noticed before how fast the scenery flew by, and how easy it was to spot people on the bike path that you knew. I was taking everything in one step at a time, and loved it. My first destination, on the day I got my license, was 7/11. It was the closest thing to my house, and my parents were allowing me to drive there. I couldn’t believe how fantastic it was. I felt like I was in a movie, going on an adventure. Each street seemed new and unexplored, while the scenery looked completely different and foreign to Little Neck. As I sped slowly by the houses of my friends I couldn’t help but feel liberated.I finally made it to the 7/11. I got my slurpy and sped away into the depths of Kings Grant. While turning back onto Little Neck I was stopped at the light. A woman was riding her bike next to me and was going down a steep drive way. Without stopping she began to head right for me. Trying not to freak out, I moved forward quickly, just inches behind the car in front of me. She missed me, and quickly biked away. From then on I knew my driving experience would most likely be a good one; mainly because on my first day with my license, almost everything went according to plan, and I was safe.Everyday I drive somewhere; either to swimming, to pick up my brother, to a friend’s house, or going on an errand run for my mom. Every time I drive I remember that first sense of freedom, of liberation. I remember what it feels like to be doing something completely by myself and how I control everything. I love that feeling, and I hope I never forget it.
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