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I stepped into the black ford, and sat down putting my bag at my feet. Immediately my mom put something in my lap, it was wrapped in a towel and there seemed to be some kind of fur in the middle. I noticed a little black head, and realized it was a puppy! My very first dog who is still with me today. A pug, who grew into a monstrous size. He’s the biggest pug we’ve ever seen, and he’s the sweetest funniest doggy in my world. His name is pugsley and he’s still living even after eight years of fast food, and close calls. He’s my buddy, and always will be my bestest of best friend.

  Most people are glued to their technologies. I might be more glued to my own little gadets as well if I could even figure them out. Ha ha ha. I carry a phone on a regular basis, even though I have minutes, I don’t like to text, and almost all the time I forget it anywhere its needed. Which isn’t very good. I have an ipod also, but I am very bad keeping things in certain places so instead of forgeting it most of the time, Its misplaced all the time.

  The closest technology I even operate way more than the others, is the computer. But usually just for references, researching, and e-mail. Its easy for me to understand the basics of a new tech-device when It seems simple and logical to how to operate or set up something, but when it gets really complicated It takes a little more effort because I don’t know about half the things I have an access to on my own computer. Its a little fun to learn something new, but mostly a little tragic when a mistake happens and I have to start all over.  The second technology ( to the first, of a big weird looking television) I used a huge white computer to do a  “Elmo ABC’s ” computer game. I remember that, and I think I was around six or seven.

  My sister is one of the big techies in my family. She’s always on the computer, helps me out when I get lost, knows details and tricks to certains things, and is constantly absorbed in her phone and video games, any type of video games.  She defenitly has strength when it comes to those things. It will probably benifit her in many ways in the future, because this world is advancing at a fast pace, with me I just need to gain more knowledge and maybe just talk to my sister more about computers, phones, and such.  She’ll defenitly be very curious and keep learning about new and cool technologies in the future. A relief for me, but a goal to set to keep up with the changing world, gain more knowledge and maybe more gadets.

    The impact of recession on me and my family has been unexpected.  I moved out here with half my family because we had to.  When two years ago we were almost living like little millionaires.  It was scary how fast it happened and how on the turn of a dime we almost lost every scrap of what we owned, more from the reasons of debt and the decline of income from jobs (that supported us four times over before) that suddenly decreased in payments, and when payments were given. For me and others some differences between us like debt and jobs, can be a small difference or somewhere completly different on the map. But either way from what I’ve seen and what has just happened to my family and I, the recession is affecting many people and I do believe much of this world. I support that changes to certain ways and actions that help to make opportunities for many populations, is a very bright and good idea to help us all through these hard times.  That may get very much worse sooner or later.

                                                                “Smash”

     I walked outside absentmindedly. I was glancing at the trees. When I heard the roar of a bike engine. I looked towards the road. And saw a teenager riding helmet-less, faster than his fellow rider, a good twenty feet behind him on another bike. He turned his head for just a second. I looked ahead spotting a small car down the road, behind the block. I looked back to him in an instant, as the car turned, never reducing speed, the biker turned his head slowly. The crash echoed through the neighborhood. I watched as he flipped through the air. His body moved like a rag dolls’. Brakes screeched suddenly. The drivers face, showed shock and horror. I swear as I saw them gasp, I heard a faint scream. Then he was gone his body almost instantley on the pavement, motionless. He looked like a pancake, thin and flattened, a grotesque scene on the ground.

  I stood there watching quietly. I couldn’t tell if i was in a state of shock. My mind seemed to freeze as I went back inside. I told my Grandma, she hurriedly ran out dialing “nine-one-one” with the phone. When the police and the medics arrived. I was out on the porch again. Still stunned, I assumed to myself. I never saw him get gernied into the abulance, but as she commneted on his injurys (Grandma),  iItold her I had seen the whole thing. Immediately she got me into the car, and drove me around the block to the police. They had baracadded the street.

  As I studdered my story I realized the gravity of the happening speed up with me. I was concerned from begining to end about what had happened to the biker, now doomed. It settled in and I was worried that he would die (since he had somehow survived the accident).

 I remeber the broken windshield still in place, a unique spiderweb itself. The bike twisted and bent. His body, spotting blood underneath him. I had never known his family, but i think Grandma did. After the accident occured, there was soon a painted double-yellow line put down the middle of the road. The most likely cause of the accident.

  When I see motorcyclists now, I always think of that day. Its engraved in my mind when I see a motorcycle now.