The Security Guard
"Scars are your greatest medals in life" by Matshona Dhliwayo My experience as a child was amazing, I thought that being an only child would be lonely and boring but I got to grow up with my cousins who lived two house down. My cousin Lily is six months older, and her brother Wilfredo is one year and a half older, even though my age was closer with Lily, I got along more with Wilfredo, he taught me how to climb trees, play lava land (jumping from one couch to another, if you fell you died), hide and seek and many more. We used to live in a residential, so we got to play every afternoon with all the kids from the other houses.
We used to play many games but our favorite was "The bank", I remember having animal stamps, color pens, different kinds of paper sheets and a really cool purple calculator. I used to play the bank teller, we also had security guards and nevertheless one to three bank robbers, depending how many of us were playing.
One day, I decided that I didn't want to play the bank teller but a security guard with my cousin Wilfredo, Lily didn't used to play much with us, but this day, she decided to be the bank teller, how I wish I had played that part that day. As usual, we set up all the props, the desk, the guns, which were big sticks and the plastic bags, were the robbers would put the stolen money …show more content…
So when I finally got the chance to play a security guard, the first thing I did was to look for a small stick so I could use as a cigarette, as I wanted to play my part as accurate as I could. Everything was running smoothly until the robbery happened, Wilfredo and I started chasing the other kids, me of course with the small stick in my mouth running up and down, while holding the big stick as a gun, when one of the other kids hits me with his stick on my face, I recall the stick going in my throat and quickly pulling it
"Scars are your greatest medals in life" by Matshona Dhliwayo My experience as a child was amazing, I thought that being an only child would be lonely and boring but I got to grow up with my cousins who lived two house down. My cousin Lily is six months older, and her brother Wilfredo is one year and a half older, even though my age was closer with Lily, I got along more with Wilfredo, he taught me how to climb trees, play lava land (jumping from one couch to another, if you fell you died), hide and seek and many more. We used to live in a residential, so we got to play every afternoon with all the kids from the other houses.
We used to play many games but our favorite was "The bank", I remember having animal stamps, color pens, different kinds of paper sheets and a really cool purple calculator. I used to play the bank teller, we also had security guards and nevertheless one to three bank robbers, depending how many of us were playing.
One day, I decided that I didn't want to play the bank teller but a security guard with my cousin Wilfredo, Lily didn't used to play much with us, but this day, she decided to be the bank teller, how I wish I had played that part that day. As usual, we set up all the props, the desk, the guns, which were big sticks and the plastic bags, were the robbers would put the stolen money …show more content…
So when I finally got the chance to play a security guard, the first thing I did was to look for a small stick so I could use as a cigarette, as I wanted to play my part as accurate as I could. Everything was running smoothly until the robbery happened, Wilfredo and I started chasing the other kids, me of course with the small stick in my mouth running up and down, while holding the big stick as a gun, when one of the other kids hits me with his stick on my face, I recall the stick going in my throat and quickly pulling it