The Boy from Brooklyn 12+

📙 This book came into this world October 18, 2014. It was a difficult story to tell because of the shifting moods of the characters and situations. To go from “And there was my grandmother, the very definition of misery”. The apartment she lived in was given to her by my uncle, her son, but she took us in when we had no place to live. She had her own story: To go to; “Because we were so poor there was no money for toys. My uncle Jess bought me a red fire truck, the kind you sit in and peddle. I was not allowed to take it into the street so I drove it on the roof of that garage next door, our private playground going round and round. I loved that truck as it was the only toy I had. Boy, poverty sucks but has its advantages: you learn to live without things and it makes you strive for more, willing to do anything to get out of poverty”. Everything this book is, is to relay the total experience of the piece, the happiness, the sadness, and most of all the fear. With situations like; “When they got to me they wrapped me up in a quilt and hung me out of the window with only the pressure of the window holding me up. Eric’s family lived on the eighth floor of their building so if I fell I would most assuredly be dead from the fall. I could see down as my head was partially hanging out of the quilt, a crowd started to gather below”. It is also meant to be a tribute to the Brave men and women in the Armed Forces and Law Enforcement. I try to bombard your senses with strong feelings of w...