PD:2 DiAddezio, D

I remember feeling the chipmunk

The way it ran up my leg

And how my dad stood there and laughed

I remember the broom and the pan

 Like a pencil and paper 

The chipmunk touched my legs,

and got me freaked out

I remember my Grand mom holding my hand

And how the grip kept getting tighter and tighter 

Each time I recall this memory, 

I understand why I don't like when I see mice and chipmunks 

Crying, I hugged my Grand mom hoping the that wouldn't happen again