Not Just a Stammered Kid an Inspiration

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Not Just a Stammered Kid an Inspiration

It was the Christmas of 1997 and my cousins and I were visiting our grandmother in the country. The trip to her house took quite a while. The road was long and narrow and had many cork screw bends. Occasionally villagers were seen standing in groups drinking beer, playing board games or engaged in mere social conversations. As we drove past each group, it was as if each member of the group took turns looking into our car. It was so weird, I started to wonder if it were the first they were seeing a car.

By the time we approached Grandma’s drive way I was feeling quite drained. Then all of a sudden! Out of the blue! A boy popped out of the bushes and came up to our window? “Ggo..goo….goo..good….affa..Afternoon.” Now I seriously just could not help myself, I was cracking up. First of all I was frightened, secondly the boy could not speak and last but certainly not least, you should have seen him! He had scraggy brown hair which was, of course, poorly groomed. He went shirtless and to compensate for the shirt which he was not wearing; he had on a huge khaki shorts which was about 5 sizes too big. He held these shorts up with a piece of flora string. He was barefooted and was in dire need of a bath. Not only was his body stained with dirt, he had the most disgusting odor ever. Surprisingly though, my laughing out did not seem to affect him one bit. He looked past my ignorance and greeted the other passengers in the car.

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A few days went by and honestly, I could not look past that boy and how he had completely ignored me that afternoon. On Christmas day, I was the first one to get out of bed. I tried waking my cousins, but they brushed me off and rolled over. After a couple failed attempts to wake them, I went on the verandah to check out the view. The view was amazing. It was a rainy Christmas season. The foliage was thick and over grown, depicting all shades of green. The black birds were up early also. They were raiding the ...

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