Another day in the neighborhood

John woke up to the music playing on his clock radio, and before he had a chance to hear what was playing he hit the snooze button, then cycled the alarm switch off and back on to reset the alarm for tomorrow. He pulled the covers off jumped out of bed and walked over to the light switch flipping it on. There were clothes piled everywhere, he spied a pair of brown cords that looked like they were not too dirty taking the cords in his hand he walked to his closet got a pair of underwear and a tee shirt out and put them on. He found two socks that were close in color to each other and pulled them onto his feet, followed by his shoes and walked out of his room. As he walked by the heater he turned it up to 68 degrees, and the furnace immediately fired. Walking through the living room into the kitchen, John poured himself a bowl of raisin bran and filled it with milk. After haven eaten and doing his best to avoid his brothers John found his jacket, his favorite jacket that had the sleeves that zipped off, he put it on sleeves and all and headed out the front door.

Rob and John had decided the night before to meet a few minutes early to avoid the bus, it took just as long to take the bus the long way as to walk the short way. Rob was waiting there for John when he got to the mail boxes at the end of the street. “You sure you want to walk?” John asked. Rob replied “Yes, it is supposed to rain so we should hurry”. The two boys started walking the 3 miles to school.

They had only walked about 5 minutes until their imaginations started to fly. John picked up a “Light Saber” from the ground and started to attack enemies, Rob followed suit, only he had some sort of blaster device. They boys began to run, every once in a while they would turn back to fire or swing at a non existent enemy. When they got to the top of the first long hill they swerved off the road onto a driveway. “Let’s take the secret pathway”, John said with an air of excitement and urgency. Rob agreed this was the best course of action since they were being followed by so many enemy assailants. This was the best part of their journey, because the trail was primarily down hill. They sprinted down the driveway, well you could only loosely use the term driveway, the muddy dirt road that was being used to construct the house of the property owner who owned the lot the boys were cutting through. There were already workers at the building site of the death star so the boys skirted these as they ran down the trail that lead to the open meadow below. It was about a half a mile of soft green grass that the boys ran down, pausing here and there to be sure that they were not being followed. Once John dropped to the ground just narrowly missing being seen. The end of the meadow dropped off into a steep forest hill, a path lead down through the redwoods to the creek below. As the boys ran single file they leaped off a mound of dirt and flew through the air at least 10 feet and onto a pile of redwood needles below. Rolling and laughing with delight they continued their decent, a little slower as they neared the creek. They went to the spot where the barbed wire fence was the smallest and jumped over it from the bank, splashing in the shallow creek water. They slowed to a crawl, they were only yards away from the road ahead and they had to be sure it was clear of enemies before risking walking in the open.

Rob had to shoot a few sentries with his blaster as they were out of range of a light saber. The boys climbed onto the road and began to walk towards their destination. As they passed a pair of large mailboxes John said, “The 2 mile marker”. This was a well known landmark for the boys, two miles down and one to go. They were making good time, the trek could take as much as an hour, but today they had only used 30 minutes. A few times they would hear an enemy cruiser and leap off the side of the road, but the rest of the trip went without incident and just before they came into sight of the space port they stashed their weapons so they could be used on the trip home.

Rob and John walked the remaining 6 blocks to their school, and were forced to suspend their imaginations for the time being. But though the teachers attempted, they could not wrest away the imaginations of these boys, the school was successful with others though.

Sometimes we forget how important our imaginations are,

This is based on the culmination of many true adventures on our way to and from school. Hope you enjoy it.