Power of Personality

I'm not sure anyone would say that I'm a bad person, or was. I'm pretty sure, they'd say I was the kid in school that yelled and laughed and disturbed, but got his work done. I made all A's except for one which is another blog post all in itself. (It really is. Check it out.) I was a pretty good kid, but boy did I turn some heads when I got out to the playground. I could make you stand on top of the monkey bars without you every asking why. I had the gift of gab, but the good gab, the kindergarten gab. I would dare, and swear, and call you a chicken if you didn't man up.

I remember one time.....

Slides were all the craze back in the day. We had open, metal slides, giant, plastic slide, and we even had this one slide like a water park slide, with the tube-e-ness. It wrapped around the support beam of the jungle gym and moved you faster than a goat in a chicken pen. Well, one day, I decided to see what rocks looked like flying down the slide. It was okay. They just kind of plopped onto the ground after making way through the twists and turns of a kindergartner's dream ride. "There had to be something more to this rocky business", I thought to myself.

I slid down, turned around, (went to town, boot scoot boogey) and launched a rock up the slide. It shot upward, turned left, turned left more, and rocketed into the sky like the Challenger...except it didn't explode. (Too Soon?) I got kids the join me. From the fields and through the woods, children came from far and wide to see the rocks thrown through the tube, into the sky.

Someone made the mistake of getting on the other end....

She got hit.

I ducked and covered.

I got away.

Someone got punished....Poor guy.

I was a horrible influence.