Weaving a Web Full of Trouble
Posted by scizor1 on November 8, 2010
Trips down memory lane can be fun depending on who you ask. If you were to ask my mother in this particular case, not so much for her. I wrote about this particular memory for an Expository Writing class way back in 2005, but I thought I’d share since I simply can’t come up with everything fresh for tonight. Sorry! I hope you like it though!
Weaving a Web Full of Trouble
I was a pretty creative when I was a little kid. I still have my moments, but nothing compares anymore *sighs*. You would always see me making food out of multi-colored Play-Doh clay, building vehicles and houses out of Lego building blocks or trying to build something out of random objects I had found around the house. No matter its shape, color, size or weight, I would make it useful. I was always trying to build bigger and bigger things too, no matter how long or how hard it was I was always willing to outshine my previous creation. I always saw them as masterpieces. This one time I had succeeded once again, but my masterpiece sealed the fate of another one.
Television was something I could not resist. I loved watching cartoons, but only one of them stood out from the others. This cartoon show was no other than the red and blue, masked wall-crawling superhero known as Spider-Man. I remember pretending to shoot spider webs out of my wrists just like he did. I would even try to make them out of small fabric threads, which always resulted in failure because I lacked the skill of weaving. Wondering how spiders webs were made I decided to look for them on the small bushes in the back of my house. I found a small spider that had a web big enough for me to look at. I noticed the spider had used various branches to weave her web so I looked for a place with the required qualities to build my own.
Back into the house I noticed that the black and red furniture with fainted green leaf-like shapes that was in the living room was appropriate for the development of my new masterpiece. They could work as branches and I could tie threads to the bottom of each seat and maybe some objects found on the table in the middle of the living room. I remember this beautiful fountain being the centerpiece of said table. It was made out of thin translucent crystal. The main attraction of the fountain was two swans made out of hand blown glass. One had its neck pointing up while the other one was trying to reach the other one’s beak. They were so majestic and elegant but very delicate. My mom had brought them from the United States, from Massachusetts to be more specific. That fountain, even though she was not its creator, was her masterpiece.
It was so visually attractive I figured it would be perfect to be the center of my web. So, I went into my mother’s closet to get fabric thread and headed back into the living room. I tied fabric thread to every piece of furniture, including the fountain, and started making my own spider web. I was so focused on weaving my web that I didn’t realize that instead of making the fountain the center of the web, I made it part of it. I must have spent around thirty minutes going back and forth while trying not to knock it down. I was almost done and the fountain was intact, when I heard my mom scream “Carlos! What are you doing?!” from the living room’s door. She gave me such a scare I pulled on the string I had in my hand, which resulted in the fountain falling from the table, breaking to hundreds of pieces. No words were said. I was grounded for a month. My fascination with Spider-Man and spider webs crashed along with my mother’s fountain. I’ll forever remember that dreadful day as the day I discovered just how angry my mother can get.
...mom's expensive glass swans...
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...lots of fabric thread...
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....spider web made with lots of fabric thread and mom's expensive glass swans...
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Mother's Wrath!
