On 2010-06-10 20:01:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> said:
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> The Adventures of Stevie #6
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> These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
> are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
> been true. LOL
>
> My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
> in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
> before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
> friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
> service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
> Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
> fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
> he isn't here in person. I think.
> The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
> Stevie is 10 in this story, which takes place three weeks after story #5
>
>
> The Adventures of Stevie #6 "Friend Below"
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> Dear Carlos,
>
> My family came here sooner than I thought. We moved into a place all
> together which is full of 3 floor apartment buildings with just stairs.
> We are on top. We have to share bedrooms like before. There are hills
> all around but with just grass and no forests. There are some bushes
> next to the street but they have things in them that sting. Wasps! Want
> to guess how I found out? Ha ha.
>
> School didn't start yet so I have time to make friends with all the
> kids here. My best friend is the one who is closest. He lives in the
> apartment underneath us. He couldn't live closer unless he lived with
> me. Ha ha. He is the only kid his parents have and he is my age. His
> name is Hank. He is a little taller than me. He has his own bedroom. We
> like to play war outside. The other kids like me because I die the
> best. They don't know it was just an accident.
> It happened this way. Hank shot me and I jumped up real high and did a
> spread like a starfish cartwheel in the air which I never tried before
> and landed on the side of the hill I forgot was there in the dark on
> top of my head and fell down like dropping a wet towel. Then I didn't
> move. Not because I was playing dead but because I didn't want to. I
> felt very strange like I was still in the air. My neck felt strange
> like it was loose. The boys came running to me and said it was the best
> death they had ever seen. I thought I should get up. I couldn't stay
> there all night. I didn't have a blanket with me. I moved my head and
> nothing hurt so I sat up and then stood up. The world went around a few
> times then stopped like some giant caught it nailed it down. Then we
> all went home because it was too dark to play. My head and neck hurt a
> little in the morning but that went away by lunch time. I think peanut
> butter and pineapple sandwich is good medicine. I should say the hurt
> went away. I still have my head and neck.
>
> Sometimes I have sleepovers with Hank in his place because he has room.
> One night we were sitting on his bed talking about strip poker he
> played with some older girls and boys. He noticed my PJ bottoms were
> moving. He said he would show me his if I showed him mine. We took our
> PJs off. His was stiff like a finger. Mine was like the size of my arm
> from elbow to wrist. He stared at it like he was crazy. His eyes looked
> about to pop out of his head! I thought about pushing them back in but
> figured he should do that himself but I had my hands ready to catch
> them if they fell off his face. He kept on saying WOW. I asked him
> what's the matter. He gulped. I could see and hear that. Then he said
> that's a real monster and he had never seen one so big. He said his was
> the right size for our age and mine was way too big. He said is it
> really real? I said yes. Then he reached across and grabbed it.
> I flew off the bed backward like a frightened cat in the cartoons and
> hit the wall near the ceiling before I could think. I slid down to the
> floor then stood up. It was standing up too and jumping like it was
> playing drums. I don't know which song. He said WOW again. Then he
> asked why I jumped off the bed like that. I said I don't know it just
> happens when somebody grabs me there. He said WOW again and said every
> time? and tried to grab me again and I backed away. Just then his
> mother said through the closed door are you boys alright? We said yes
> and she said we should go to sleep. We tried. I could hear him all
> night whispering WOW over and over again. He must have had some strange
> dreams.
>
> Thank you for telling me about your uncle who is like the lifeguard I
> told you about. I wish I had an uncle who was so much fun like that. It
> would be great if only I could keep from jumping away.
>
>
> Your friend,
>
> Stephen
Thanks again! Hey, since these aren't in order, I wonder if there are
anymore stories with the lifeguard.
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