Intro: The assignment that this story is based on is the visual map of your own neighborhood. I decided to do a story about my neighborhood park because I spent a lot of time there as a kid and learned some valuable lessons there. I also decided to have a comical tone to my story and infused a lot of 80's references because my family subjected me to it in my childhood. So hopefully you enjoy my story and i dont humiliate myself with it.
English 265 5:30-7:30
April 27, 2010
Short Writing Exercise Three
In the summer time you can smell the fresh cut grass. There are acres of it that leads all the way to the railroad tracks. On this grass there is a baseball field, soccer field, and football field. Pretty much ant kind of field you would need. There is a playground on this field were any kid could have the adventure of a lifetime. Basketball courts were you can play endless amounts of games with your friends. This field is also known as our park. All the kids of the neighborhood flock there all the time. I spent endless amount of time there when I was young. I had many great experiences at that park which were bright spots in my childhood. One of those experiences was the time I stood up to the neighborhood bully one summer afternoon.
That day my friend Josh and I were playing a game of basketball when Ronnie, the fore mentioned bully, showed up. I was the innocent age of eight when the confrontation of a lifetime was about to go down. I started to recall all the torment this evil big kid put me through in my young life. Ronnie approached us with his gang of hooligans and proclaimed, “Thomas! Wheeler! You two are in for an ass whooping!” Ronnie and his gang were two grades ahead of us and easily had the height advantage on us. It seemed like one of the kid’s shadow stretched all the way across the park. One of them even looked like they had a Tom Selleck mustache. Despite the odds were not in our favor, I decided it was time for us to make a stand. A battle to end Ronnie’s tyrant hold on the neighborhood. A classic good vs. evil match up, like Batman vs. the Joker, or Crocket and Tubbs against the drug cartel or the Blues Brothers vs. Princess Leia with a machine gun.
I growled back in defiance to Ronnie my best Clint Eastwood impression, “Then bring it, punk!”
A silence came over the park, only a gust of wind blowing off the field made a noise. I swear I saw a tumbleweed roll across the basketball court. The sun was high and was warming up the basketball court. I could see a drop of sweat form on Ronnie’s gigantic forehead. It slowly rolled down the side of his face and drop on the warm pavement. Any hotter on the court and I would expect the devil himself to be in attendance for this fight. Even the passing of the ice cream truck didn’t stop this Mexican standoff.
Each side was waiting for the other to make that move that would start the ruckus. Ronnie’s friend James flinched and out of the corner of my eye I saw Josh’s open hand form a fist. He ran across the court and punched James right in the face. I could visually see a cloud form over James head with the caption in it, “Pow!” James stood still for a moment and then fell backwards like a tree that was just chopped down.
Ronnie and his two other friends were shocked by the first blow. One punch and one of his men were down. Ronnie underestimated the toughness of his opponents and he was going to pay for it. I realized that Ronnie and his goon’s attention was focus on their fallen comrade and I saw an opportunity to strike. I charged at one of the goons and kick him square in his junk. A Ralph Macchio, Karate Kid style kick. He responded with a cry for help. I am pretty sure the words he mumbled was not any type of language at all as he fell to the ground in pain like a ton of bricks.
I followed that kick by cocking my fist and punching the last goon right in the gut. It knocked the wind right out of him. Three down, one more punk to go.
Once again, I approached Ronnie and asked him one simple question. “Are you feeling lucky punk? Well, are you?” After this fight I was expecting an agent to call me and say I was the next Clint Eastwood after that performance.
I got ready to knock Ronnie’s lights out and then something stopped me. I started to realize what this situation looked like. I saw the fear in Ronnie’s eyes, the same fear that was once in mine and I realized that this fight was already over. I didn’t want to become a bully like Ronnie. That wasn’t me. I told him, “Go home and you never mess with us again. Right?” Ronnie responded, “Right.” He ran off with his goons right behind them like a bunch of scolded dogs. Then playing it cool and not tying to seem too excited and happy, I turned to Josh and said “Ready for another game B.A.?” “Sure Face.” We are Jordan Thomas and Josh Wheeler, the new men in the A-Team.