Nasir Guyton November 28, 2008
Bass School Room107-8TH
Autobiography
(11-14)

I then was 11 years-old and I was learning how to play the piano with a lady from my church since the age of eight years old. And it was the three of us my brother Zakir my and my cousin Devin every time that we would complete a lesson we would get freshly baked cookies or a prize. I thought that by having a whole week to practice I would be guaranteed to get every prize or present she gave to me.
And every time that my auntie would ask why I am not playing the piano I would look the other way as if she was not talking to me. And still at this moment I still have the books required to complete each and every course my auntie had then told me that they were just visiting the church for a few years and it was time that they had gone back to live with their family which now we were apart of. She then told the three of us that even when she was gone to keep practicing and playing the piano and which was a way of her thanking us for everything.
She then had decided to invite us to come and live with her which by the way her name was Sister Benson and her husband name was Brother Benson and it had been are summer vacation. As I then was 12 years-old I had went to Utah with the Benson’s and we were introduced and had met all of her family members which they all were in the city of Utah which was Salt Lake City. It had took us 2 hours to get there and another 2 hours to get back and as looking outside of the window I could see that we were very high above the ground it look as though we were out of space.
It had only been my first day there and already I visited many places such as the mountains which was a great view and there had been lizards leaping and crawling every where. And we also visit and played in an indoor water park where their tons of children and where my cousin had almost drowned lucky for me I had seen I life guard and got some help. It had been a week and already it was time to go home. As we were leaving while getting on the airplane she had said that there was something she had wanted to give the three of us.
She top and reached into her purse and gave each of us a crystal rock which you throw it at the ground and crystals come out. I then was looking out of the window as if it was my last glance. I arrived back to Chicago my brother and me got settled and moved back with my mom who was happy to see the both of us. I then had transferred from the school that I had been going to for four years and that school was called Luke O’Toole where mostly all of my friends had attended.
I then had moved to 79th and Cole on the east side where I had went to a school called Adam Clayton Powell I had went their for my six grade year. I was 13 years-old and it was the middle of the school year which had meant that I missed the ISAT test. And as the school year let out it had been a couple of days before I had to go to summer school. I had made many friends and they all were there with me.
As me being a bad kid I disrupted many teachers and students and it was my last strike and right before you new it I was kicked out of summer school. And I had to repeat the six grade, my mom had been very disappointed at me so by my mom being her self she was ready to move. As I packed up all of my belongings I had been worrying where we would moved to. I then saw that when we arrived to are new home that it was on 942 W. Marquette.