The Last day

I remember my family always saying, " James, we could lock you in a closet for hours and you could entertain yourself couldnt you?"  I took this as a complete compliment as im sure it was intended.  I wielded my imagination with a knowing smirk, that at any moment i could simply disappear into some other dimension where  power rangers were close allies and where i was some combination of captain america with a pan lid, robin hood with a wire clothes hanger, or a ninja turtle using one of moms seemingly endless supply of colored bandanas.  i played with action figures and legoes and play mobiles building giant communities out of all of the pieces i had.  The most important game i played though was what friends and I came to call "Man".  Playing Man simply meant that you became some sort of hero, some loose cannon cop witha propensity for mischeif or an impossibly brave superhero with a sixth sense for injustice.  We would play for hours and hours, sometimes our charachters would morph, we would take turns being stronger than eachother, some times we would even team up against the invisible enemy, in fact most of the time we did that, that way we could both be heroes at the same time.  You had to do a lot less compromising with your buddy when you were on the same team ( no no no i hit you with my fist and its made of metal so you have to be hurt).  I played with action figures and the like and i played Man for longer than most, into 7th and 8th grade.  I didnt tell anyone, for obvious reasons, and so was forced underground.  At the age of 12 or 13 most boys have moved out of that stage and into another one and so i was left to play man on my own accord.  Playing on my own offered unique advantages, i could do anything and did not have to consult a soul, nobody could say my charachter was too powerfull and most importantly the dialogue could go on in my head, this is important for playing man while "underground" if anyone were to ask why im swinging a stick around i could just say i stepped in a bees nest or something and then run away, which would be an acceptable response to a bee attack and coincidentally exactly what i would want to do if cought playing Man.  It was early on in 8th grade when i walked out into my back yard, i had not played Man in some time because i had been hanging out with real people more.  I stumbled upon a stick that was one of a kind it looked like some sort of awesome.  I made a decision in my mind that day, that moment, that this would be the last time, this would be the last day that i would allow myself to play man.  Just then a flleet of zepplins came accross the sky while grappling hooks simultaneously were hurled over the roof of my house.  the trees were shaking with movement and i was surrounded.....by ninjas.  All i had to protect myself was this awesome stick, i gripped my weapon and made this smirk, that smirk i talked about but very quickly that smirk turned into the kind of smirk you see in cheesy action movies, that kind of smirk thats like, "oh you ninjas are in deep shit, you dont even know".  They came at me from every angle and i layed them all out. at one point i through my awesome stick at a ninja,after a particularly impressive combo move, so as to incapacitate him but was then quickly surrounded by the remaing ninjas. They could sense my weekness without the awesome stick and pounced.  i looked like a dried up worm covered by fire ants, and then all of a suddent i realized a power of mine i hadnt been using, you guessed it, super strength!  I burst into the air and so did the ninjas flying off of me like water droplets off a dog shaking.  The last 30 seconds of the battle happened in slow motion as the ninjas perrished blow by devestating blow.  I broke one ninja over my knee so that there was only one remaining.  I looked him in the eye and said, "im gonna let you live, go tell your cronies im done"  that ninjas scampered away soiled but greatful.  i looked around the yard at the fallen army and slowly walked back into the house being careful not to step on a ninja star (thats the worst!) walked the stairs into a new chapter of my life. I walked into accompsha.