Im living in Hermosa beach, and i am in the third grade, the war is still going on, and all of us are worried about my brother harold. He is on a mine sweeper somewhere in saipan. The house we are renting is thirty five dollars a month I remember that becasue everyone thought it was outrageous. The house belongs to the state, it was owned by a japanese family that is in a holding camp. They must have been taken in a hurry, becasue a lot of things were left behind. The garage was full of things that were obviously related to a florist business they must have owned. We lived in the house for several years, i guess they were screwed out their property. It is off to school for me, i liked going, to school, i remember one day i was playing on the monkey bars and a boy began telling me about how i came into this world. He told me what my father and my mom had done, needless to say that those were fighting words my mom would never do something so disgusting. So i challenged him to fight me after school. The entire class showed up to see me beat him up,and now maybe he will stop spreading lies. I have a job selling news papers, Herald express. Japan has surrendered, people were grabbing papers so fast,everyone was so excited. It was not to long after that, Germany surrendered. I am very happy in this school. As i go forward i am now in the sixth grade,and my teacher announced to the class that president Rosevelt,had died. We bowed our heads for a moment of silence. I must also brag that a few weeks later she announced that i the only boy in the schools history to play on the varsity basketball team, all the rest were in the eighth grade. My mom seemed to fall for all my pranks, she asked me why all of us boys would raise our middle finger at each other, what does it mean she asked. I said it is the way you greet your friends. My friend jack bivens came over a few days later and she stuck out her middle finger and said hi jack. If my mom ever tried to spank me i would run up to her and hug her so she could not swing and spank me one time she got a good swing in and hit me i pretended i had hit my head she said are you okay they’re was nothing but silence as she poked and prodded me i didn’t move i was putting on the greatest dead act of my life. She thought i was gone, when i spurted out laughter i got up an ran. What a brat i was.