The Secret Agents

Just like David Small or any other child, whether having a bad or good childhood had a creative imagination. David Small used his to escape his reality that he was disconsolate about. Mine on the other hand, wasn't bizzare but neither general.



A typical childhood day for me was playing with my cousins. Me and my cousin Jae, are a year and a half apart, so we grew up kind of close. Jae and I both grew up watching Forensic Files, First 48, ID, or just any other CSI shows. We were obsessed with homicide detectives and forensic pathologists. We were so interested in their gadgets.



Being the ages eight and nine didn't stop us from wanting to be secret agents. We literally would just gather old watches,sunglasses, pens, walkie-talkies, ear phones, old cell phones, empty perfume bottles, and anything else we thought would come in handy with our imaginable investigation. The funniest gadget I remember creating was sticking the paper towel's cylinder card board to the top of my power ranger gun acting like if it was my sniper.

Once we would gather everything in a pile, we would take turns choosing our gadgets one by one. Once we were done picking,we ould clip our walkie-talkie to our pants, put the pens and perfume bottle in our pocket, put the watch on along with the sunglasses and have our secret recording device taped to our stomach. Our guns in our hands aimed and ready to fire. The back yard that was grassy green and full of leaves was now a war where bombs were flying everywhere and you were fighting for your life.

 

At first we would calmly jump down from the helicopter (fence) and use our binoculars to find the hidden. If we couldn't find anything unusal we would use our sunglasses to zoom in, or spot the body heat.

We would throw the perfume bottles acting as if the were gernades, shooting blanks with our fake automatic and sniper guns, run and dodge fake bullets acting like maniacs. Once we would claim victory, we would get the invisible surrendersers and captain from the opposing side. We pretended to interrogate them leaving them with no choice but to tell us their top secret information (Which was what? I still don't know til this day). Once we recieved the non exsitent data, we would hand cuff them with twigs. We would run back into the house as if the house is our boss's office. We would remove our secret recorders from our tummys (which you should never put duct tape on your stomach) and hand them in.

After a long furious battle, we would pick up the empty perfume bottles. We than snuck into our mother's make up bag to kidnap their tweezers and make up brushes. Once we knew we were safe, we would go around the house picking strands of hair with the tweezers, placing them in the perfume bottles. We also would brush away finding fingerprints on glasses and take them back to our "lab".

My imagination shaped my life as far as not caring what other people did or thought, because others thought we were crazy for doing this. That being said, since I never cared what people thought, I still don't til this day.