At Christmas I had got one of those little guns that fire things about the size if a two pence piece. Anyway I was in school armed with my imagination and my new gun the school had a pet that had been there for about six years it was a rabbit a very old rabbit. As I had an over active imagination it was easy for me to get crazy ideas and this particular time I thought that it would be a good idea if I were to feed the rabbit. I delved into my pockets and pulled out a sticky mess it was a boiled peppermint sweet. It was just the right size for the gun so I aimed and fired, it shot across the room and it the wall. It slowly slid down leaving a trail behind then dropped into the cage. The rabbit sniffed it, licked it and finally started to nor the sweet. After a while the it looked like rabbit had eaten the whole sweet and the rabbit hopped into a corner of the cage and started to go to sleep.
The next day when I arrived at school I went to look at the rabbit but it was not there I got a big sense of guilt because I thought I had killed it. All day I felt really bad I kept low because I knew that if I did not fire that sweet into it’s cage it would still be alive. In one of the lessons a teacher came in and asked if I could step outside for a moment. This was it, I thought I had been found out so I followed her into the hallway. I braced myself for the telling of but all she said was that my mum had come to pick me up to go to the dentist. I do not know what was worse, anyway as I was walking down the hallway I saw in the corner of my eye a rabbit. I stopped and peered into the classroom. There to my relief was the old grey rabbit I thought I had killed. The teacher asked me why I had stopped, so I asked her why the rabbit was in here and she said that the rabbit moved classrooms to get cleaned because they had found a sweat stuck to it’s fur. When I thought I had killed the rabbit I got really scared so from then on I tried to think before I done something stupid. The thing was this did not last for that long.
I did not do much for the next couple of years because the era of the computer games came. As for most things I got bored of it when something new came along, this something new was quite significant in my life. The new thing was that I was moving house, I was not moving far actually it was just down the road into some new houses. I was really exited about this because it was a new area to play in but at the same time there was still all my friends down the road.
In the summer of 1995 when I was eight my friends and me decided to build a base out of wood, so we scouted around and found a massive tree in to which would be our army base. The main problem was that the only place we could get wood, nails, hammers and any other useful stuff was the very nearby building site. At about six o’clock in the evening we would sneak into the site and grab anything we could, it was easy because it was in the middle of the field and the builders finished at five. After the raid we stashed all the stuff in the bush at the base of the tree and leave it till morning when we would carry on with the construction. As the summer drew closer and the nights got longer we had finished our base and it even had a swing. That was one of the best summers I ever had. School came and so we deserted our base until spring half term. Finally the next holidays came but so did trouble.
This particular spring I got into the most trouble I had ever been in. We were still taking stuff from the building site but that was not what we got in trouble for. Some older boys had been using the new wood in the site to start fires we did not know who it was but somebody had notified the police. It happened when we were just walking through the site to get home when suddenly one of my friends came sprinting round the corner shouting cops, cops run. We scattered although we had done nothing wrong it was just the fact someone was coming made us run. Perhaps we were paranoid as kids but I ran into the bushes while the rest went in the other direction. The next thing I know an arm reached in and pulled me out it was a policewoman, I looked across and saw the others being ushered down the street. The police asked us some questions about the fires because we all said the same things they just let us go there.
For the rest of my life so far I had always been cautious in what I was doing and this time it stuck. The next big thing was the start of secondary school I was overwhelmed because of the amount of work I had to do at home as well as at school. Things died down in secondary school the most I seemed to spend all my time playing football. Also the new thing I discovered was that I was particularly good at sprinting I was put into the athletics team in the first year and I won a gold medal. The only other thing I had won was three trophies for cross-country in my old school. As usual I got bored of this after two years and I decided to join a football team. This year I was thirteen and the best year for sport in every football tournament I competed in my team won, at the end of the year I had collected up seven trophies.
The next season my team did not do very well and we split up I was very annoyed because I enjoyed winning but when it came to losing I was not very good at it. This did not last long though I joined another team and we done very well but I was worried this year because it was my S.A.T.S examinations. I tried to revise but I could not for long periods of time so I thought I was going to fail. This was the most frightening thing I had ever done but once it was over I found out I had done as good as I was expected. Now I am preparing for my G.C.S.E’s and I am still playing football I think that so far in life I have learnt some valuable lessons but I have only lived a short while and have a lot to go so hopefully I will succeed in what I do.
