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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Date: 28 Jun 2010 21:12:02 -0500
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The Adventures of Stevie #11
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.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 11 in this story, which takes place two weeks after story #10
The Adventures of Stevie #11 "The Wall"
Dear Carlos,
Today was very exciting. I have to tell you all about it. There are
still Ninjas around!
This afternoon at school, the kids who go to karate class had a special
class. First, Sensei told us to sit lotus. This is a way to sit where
you bend your knees and put your legs over each other like a pretzel,
and rest the backs of your hands on your knees or sometimes your palms
on your knees. You have to be flexible or it hurts or you can't do it,
but I can do it no problem because I'm very flexible. I can do a full
side split standing on one foot, but lotus hurts me in a different way.
I have a lot of energy that makes me want to move all the time. If I
can't, my whole body feels trapped and itchy. You don't move in lotus.
It takes a lot of concentration will power for me to keep still. I
don't like it. Then I forgot all about it, because a very special man
walked into the class. He was dressed in black fighting clothes. That
was different from us. More different was how he walked. It was like he
was floating over the floor. It was smooth like flowing water. He
wasn't tall or full of big muscles like Sensei, but I could see he was
very strong. His whole body shouted power at me. He looked old but
acted young. He sat lotus next to Sensei. His friend who was also
dressed in black who I hardly noticed, sat kneeling behind and to one
side of him. Sensei said we should call him Sensei Ninja and his
assistant Sensei Tommy. My whole body was staring at Sensei Ninja. I
was afraid to blink or miss something he might do. I knew it would be
very special. Sensei said "today you will learn a little about
Ninjutsu." Ninja are Shinobi Japanese who practice the fighting arts of
spying and assassination. They teach other people now. They have
special weapons and tools, and can make themselves so people don't see
them. After the explanation he asked for questions. I was too excited
to speak so I signaled with my whole body I had one. Sensei nodded at
me. I said "The history books are wrong?" Sensei Ninja smiled at me and
said "Yes, Ninjas are still around. They didn't die off like the
history books say." There were no more questions so they did some
demonstrations. It was amazing and unbelievable what they did. Then we
were allowed to look at their special tools. Then they did more
demonstrations.
The last demonstration Sensei Tommy did was on our climbing wall.
That's a wall which has little things sticking out of it in different
places so we can grab them and climb up the wall like it was a
mountain. Karate class is in a part of the big gym which has very high
roof, but the climbing wall goes only about 3/4 as high, and has a
place where you can rest on top of it and where ropes hang from. He
didn't climb up it, he RAN up it like it it was flat and then
summersaulted off the top and landed with his feet flat on the floor.
That was amazing! I asked him if he could do it again. He did and I
watched as hard as I could. Then I asked Sensei if I could try to do it
like that. He smiled at me like I was a little kid and said "sure, go
ahead." Then he stood near it to catch me if I fell. He didn't think I
could do it. I wasn't a very good climber the regular way. I thought I
could because I watched how Sensei Tommy used his speed just the right
way to keep going, and I thought of a way I could get extra jumping
strength. I bet you will never guess how. I was going to imagine
somebody grabbed my monster by surprise. I thought if I could jump like
that when I want to, it would help going up the wall.
I ran full speed at the wall, and made myself feel like I was grabbed
at just the right moment, and I went up the wall so fast I barely
touched the handholds. I was so fast I was over the top of it in the
air before I could slow down and stop, and fell down onto the top
resting place scared almost to death I was going to miss it. It was
very VERY exciting. Funny too, when I saw all those faces staring up at
me with their mouths hanging wide open. I wondered if I could count
their fillings. Then I thought I would surprise them some more, and I
showed off by going down the wall dropping down from handhold to
handhold grabbing them by my fingers and not using my feet. I can do
this because of my extra strong fingers and I am small and don't weigh
much. I never did it before when people were watching so they didn't
know I could do it. I sure wasn't going to jump down that far like
Sensei Tommy did! I liked surprising them again. It was a lot of fun.
Ha ha.
Sensei Ninja signaled approval at me and I almost melted into a
little bubbly pool of excited happiness. Sensei Tommy lifted me up and
hugged me and and smiled and said "Maybe you can come to our school and
give me some lessons." My smile back to him almost cracked my face in
half. He even made my monster happy. I wanted him to notice it because
I saw him look at me there before, but I knew it wasn't going to get
big enough fast enough for that. I asked him to tell Sensei Ninja I did
it all with my eyes closed except when I was looking down at them from
on top, which is true. He looked surprised and hugged me some more.
Then he put me down and the other kids swarmed all over me trying to
hug me and clap me on the back at the same time. I was busy dodging
them for a while. They are all bigger than me and backslap harder than
they think. Our regular Sensei made us all line up and bow, and
dismissed the class. He looked at me when we left like I just turned
green with purple polkadots. I smiled back at him like I was an
innocent little baby.
I hope Sensei Ninja and Tommy come back again real soon. I like them
a lot and I want to learn everything they can teach me. I think there
will be a lot of walls I will have to climb in my life. Most of them
won't be solid like the one today, but important just the same and
harder. I think what they can teach me is important and can make those
walls not so hard. Then I could help other people learn how to climb
their walls better. I would like that too.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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