few years ago I won a contest at school literature (none of that!) writing a "news" very soon, titled "Stolen We " which among other things, wrote in a subject in class and the teacher asked me to present it in this contest. The theme of the track was more or less: "Describe a childhood experience." The motivation for my first (hehe) was:
For the originality and "verve" narrative, as well as to the validity of the message.
I suggest the text that I found by chance a few days ago ... I only changed a couple of conjunctions and prepositions (of up to from in between with one) tell me what you think, even if you think it sucks.
PS not so much I wanted to win, as I said the text showed up almost by accident, but the satisfaction of having beaten brick absurd about love, about friendship, Sept. 11 and all the ills of the world (with a history true tral'altro!): D We
Stolen
"Come on move!" "Faster, snails!" Those two were just putting the soul. That night had been like many others, like any other summer evenings, a chat, a stroll along the promenade, ice cream eaten in a hurry. Nothing that went outside the ranks, we had fun or very excited. An evening that is well within the piattitudine of that period, but it was Summer, a period that should be fun. And that boredom with Stephen and Daniel just did not go down. On the way back home, around midnight, we were discussing this and not, when the two suddenly found themselves dissatisfied with the group before the opportunity for fun: the transgression. Just saw it, they understood immediately that the object would become the goal of the evening goal to reach at any cost. The rest of the company did not like the idea, there was going to risk something for fun. But Stephen and Daniel were determined, confident, and they would do, would have taken possession of that object. Nimbly jumped over the barrier protection and prudent behavior goes up under the eyes of the sleeping city. And before our eyes, inert and stupefied. Instantly grabbed the loot and lifted him up, and came back to the bar for protection. It was then that we realized that the level of adrenaline was sky: they were excited and have fun as I had ever seen. With great surprise I noticed that two other of the gang ran to help, sollavare the "prey" to take her to safety. And then two more. There were seven that evening. And I just stood there, silent and observe. I felt alienated, and then I went to their increasing pace, and I helped them. I felt a sense of pleasure and happiness that was growing inside me. We walked for a while ', hiding the loot with our bodies, surrounding it. The more I thought, the more I wanted to laugh. We were totally taken by what we were doing. But the real emotion, one that upsets you, that troubles you, making you feel like a bomb ready to explode, had not yet arrived. We were close to our shelter, the place where we would feel safe and satisfied in our act "heroic", as heard in the distance a car to get there, honking wildly. He ran towards us. Our faces, our arts, our hearts are petrified. We, the boys well, caught stealing. They were endless moments, in which we became aware of stupidity committed. Arrived at our side of the car stopped, there were four or five guys inside, perhaps drunk, drunk or otherwise, to us, mumbled something and went as they had arrived: running like crazy.
After this fear we feel stronger, safer, zinc, almost ecstatic. We reached our meeting place, our kingdom. Posammo ground the object of desire, I hid in the bushes. We looked into his eyes. We had stolen. But we did not feel guilty, or were afraid. We felt relaxed and happy, and yet, we had stolen. Everything was started as a joke, the idea for two of us who wanted to break. Whether you call youthful dissatisfaction, desire for transgression, you say that young burn stage of life too fast, we just care. We had stolen. Two of the group it had affected five. It was a sign that we were weak, we felt strong, but it was an appearance, we were not at all. We had stolen. The next day, reviewing, reflecting, we talked and we decided: we would have reported that shopping cart in grocery store parking lot.
Dario Palumbo, III AND
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