It seems that as we got nearer to the port, it gets longer for us to get there. Why don’t the captain speed up so we could get there fast. I can’t wait to get home. I’m so excited and the excitement made the time slower. I’m at the railings now looking at the shore. I’m trying to guess where the shore of my town is. I can’t know. But looking at the shore gave me a feeling of nostalgia. I missed my town. It’s where I spent my childhood. I got a lot of good memories there.
“Bang bang” I heard a little kid say. I look to it’s direction and I saw a kid in his fifth year in this world pointing his toy gun at me. I smiled at him and I pretended I got hit. The kid smiled. He said bang bang some more. I died some more. I remember when I was a kid. I used to have a wooden gun shaped like the kids gun. It was made by a man named Ben. He used to do some work in our house and me, still a little kid like this kid used to watch him work cause I don’t have nothing to do. Then, he was curving this wood into a gun and then to my surprise, he gave it to me when I it was done. It meant a lot to me cause my father wouldn’t buy a toy gun or toys for that matter. I played with that gun pretending I was a policeman. I have a lot of fun playing with that gun. Then one day, the gun got lost and I look for it everywhere and I couldn’t find it. I’ll be looking for that gun for the rest of my life.
(An excerpt of Ben by Francis Sasing)
