12 July 2012
A question from the pre-writing exercise made me think about another experience in my life that re-affirmed my decision to write about my VW bus as my favorite place.
Do you know where the first members of your family to come to this town slept
the first night they got here?
I do know where my family slept when we first moved to Kimberling City form Manson, IA. We slept in the family BUS! Our bus, back then, was actually a camper converted school bus, but it couldn't have felt more like home. For awhile my mom, dad, aunt, uncle, and myself all lived in the bus. I was 3, and my mom was pregnant with my younger brother. There was not a lot of room, and we did not have the money to stay in a campground. We parked in the lot behind Buttonwood Center because my dad knew the owner of the carpet store that was there. I think that this experience contributed greatly to my own ability to make a home anywhere I am out of what I have. This bus was my home, I had a bed and my family with me, I think that it takes little more than that to describe a place. I was worried when I began to write my current paper about a place and I chose my own bus, but until I saw this question on the writing exercises I had forgotten about living in that bus when I was a child. I think that the diverse experiences that I have been blessed with have left me with a slightly different opinion about the meanings of the things around us.
Do you know where the first members of your family to come to this town slept
the first night they got here?
I do know where my family slept when we first moved to Kimberling City form Manson, IA. We slept in the family BUS! Our bus, back then, was actually a camper converted school bus, but it couldn't have felt more like home. For awhile my mom, dad, aunt, uncle, and myself all lived in the bus. I was 3, and my mom was pregnant with my younger brother. There was not a lot of room, and we did not have the money to stay in a campground. We parked in the lot behind Buttonwood Center because my dad knew the owner of the carpet store that was there. I think that this experience contributed greatly to my own ability to make a home anywhere I am out of what I have. This bus was my home, I had a bed and my family with me, I think that it takes little more than that to describe a place. I was worried when I began to write my current paper about a place and I chose my own bus, but until I saw this question on the writing exercises I had forgotten about living in that bus when I was a child. I think that the diverse experiences that I have been blessed with have left me with a slightly different opinion about the meanings of the things around us.
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