Adventures Of A Neurospicy City Boy: 3

 Boys Being Boys.

As a boy, I am proud to say I am like many others, silly. I like sports and video

games, am fascinated by the most random stuff, hanging out with my friends,

watching TV, looking at cars and bikes on the road and just generally not being

bothered with life.

Being a boy is just fun. When I'm with my friends, we talk about random things with

the seriousness of a business meeting. Once we thought about how if you take the

engine of a bike and somehow attach it to a cycle while powering it with the pedals,

would it be considered a bike, which needs a licence to drive, or a cycle which does

not need a licence to drive.

Another day we were playing with Hot Wheels and we found this very unique car

which had the outer body of a car but the inside was a bike. The bike part could tilt

left and right like arcade bike racing games do on turns. Now we were wondering

how this would function as a real vehicle. We thought about the design. If we turn the

bike handle the front two wheels of the car would turn. Accelerating, braking, gear

changing all would be like on a bike. If we tilt to the right the car would crab to the

right and if tilted to the left it would crab to the left. This would make getting in and

out of parking spots a lot easier without having to keep going back and forward. This

conversation took most of our evening and was very satisfying.

When you’re with a group of boys, silly things tend to happen. My friends and I have

a lot of sleepovers at my home mainly because we hang out together for too long

and their parents say to just stay instead of coming home and getting on the phone

with each other.

One sleepover, there were 5 of us and we got hungry so we decided to go to the

convenience store around the corner. There we found many snacks like Oreos,

chips, chocolate chip cookies, Pepsi, and mixed fruit juice. As we were walking

around the store we saw a plunger. Just out of curiosity we checked the price. It was

the same price as the packet of chocolate chip cookies. The logical thing

to do in this situation would be to buy the cookies but we were boys who have been

left alone with money so we bought the plunger instead. We went home and after

giving my mother the bill and her questioning us on why we have a plunger we

replied with ‘Why not?’ She’s used to our nonsense so she just rolled her eyes and

moved on. We decided to name the plunger Bartholomew. We have used

Bartholomew for many things like trick-shots, to learn about what different

surfaces he can be stuck on and to wake up anyone who falls asleep too early by

plunging their back. Bartholomew is now one of the gang and every time I go back

for the holidays, he’s part of the sleepover.

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