The Mugging

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One of my worst memories is one that many children go through. My account dates back to the year 1998. This particular memory is an experience I want to forget. But its hard forget such a terrifying experience because of the traumatic affect it has on a child.

My ordeal starts in Birmingham. It was a cold, bitter evening in Birmingham. The air was thick and as cool as ice. As I took a breath, It felt as if my lungs were frozen. My cricket club had finished later than I had expected and it was beginning to get dark, 'great' I thought. Usually I would be sitting with my family watching the Simpson's. But today was going to be different.

As I walked on through the quiet, icy streets I looked up at the sky. It was a spectacular purple haze. I admired the beautiful array of colours which isn't normally seen in parts of Birmingham. But then saw that the deadly darkness was starting to ooze through the sumptuous sky. Nightfall was soon.

It was the latest I had ever been out on my own and I wasn't at all comfortable. I wanted to just sit down on my soft sofa and have a nice cup of tea to warm me up. But I was still a good 10 minutes walk from home.
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I walked down Hamley Street, all was calm. There was nothing in sight. Suddenly I heard a set of thunderous footsteps. I stopped, Frozen like a statue. I looked up, coming towards me was a trio of tall, mad, mugging-like maniacs.

They were wearing t-shirts and trousers in this bitter, Antarctic like weather and they had dagger-like chains on. They were all wearing baggy tracksuit bottoms and sports trainers. Suddenly they stopped talking and looked at me. Eyeball to eyeball. I looked away, I looked left, and then right, now I was scared.

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