My Neighbor Alice Essays - Kingdom Hearts Characters, Alice

My Neighbor Alice I remember when I was young, about seven or eight years old, how I use to go outside in the summer and play with my stuffed animals and imaginary friends from early morning to the break of dusk. I was quite a rambuncious kid with a huge imagination. My next-door neighbor Alice, would watch and observe as I played in my backyard, then she'd laugh and go back to tending her lovely vegetable garden. Alice and my mom both had vegetable gardens and would exchange different kinds of veggies through out the season. Sometimes they laid out together trying to get a decent tan. As the years slowly past, I recall sitting on Alice's big front porch with her just chatting away for hours on end about anything we wanted to, really. She'd tell me how she used to think I was such a funny kid when I used to play in the backyard and talk to myself with my toys and animals. While I sat on the ledge of the porch and listened, intrigued by her stories, Alice would rock back and forth in her rocker happily smoking an occasional Marlboro menthol light cigarette. We'd cut up and make jokes about the papergirl she despised because the papergirl always threw her paper in the bushes, and we'd gossip about some of the other neighbors on our block. Then she'd tell me stories about her kids when they were my age and what kind of mischief they'd get into as they grew up. Everyday as soon as I saw her out on her porch, I'd fling open our front door and run over to her house. However, I never cut through her lawn! No way! I always took the long way by using the sidewalk. Her and her husband Charles spent a lot of time doing yard work, keeping their lawn looking nice and having a flowerbed by the side of the house, so I never set foot on their grass simply out of respect. No one ever told me not to walk on their grass, it was just I knew better! Sometimes in the evening after I was done hunting fireflies, I'd retreat back to Alice's porch and we'd count them out together and watch them glow. Then we'd let them go and make wishes although the wishes I made never came true, it was still fun to pretend. Charles would sometimes join us on the porch and enjoy the fresh air the early summer evening had to offer us, as he'd gather his white calico cat into his lap and gently stroke her soft furry coat until she began a sturdy relaxed purr. Now, I don't remember what exactly the cat's real name was. Alice didn't care much for her; she called the cat ?Sourpuss? while Charlie would call her in every night saying ?Come on in now ole girlfriend.? Alice would sometimes swear up and down that Charles loved that cat more then her sometimes. Alice and Charles made such a nice couple, nice looking people for their age and all around nice people. I could see that Alice had been a very nice looking woman when she was younger as she still appeared to be for her age. Light brownish blonde hair, with twinkling hazel eyes with nice glasses that framed her face well. I felt so close to Alice, I felt she was another grandmother to me. As for my real grandmother, who visits my house regularly because she lives close by, would often visit Alice as well and they'd have a nice talk. Then, I started growing up. I would still visit Alice every now and then but the visits slowly came to a stop. When I had reached my freshman year in high school, I'd walk home in the afternoon and sometimes catch her leaving to go to work. She was a LPN at Reid at the time, and had been for a long time. After my freshman year, I moved in with my Dad in Virginia for two years. Whenever I came into town to visit my mom though, I'd stop by Alice's and see how she was doing. She was always so excited