Literacy Narrative

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It was summer time . I can 't remember exactly which summer it was , but I must have been about twelve years old , or maybe a little older . I was in the dog house . Well , not literally , but you know what I mean . I was banished to my room and I could hear the other children playing outside in the hot sunshine without me . Unlike my brothers , I was a kid who liked to stay outdoors and it was a real punishment for me to have to sit still

in my room for any length of time . My Flintstones wall clock ticked so slowly and I knew I had to stay in my room until suppertime . I don 't remember what my terrible crime was , but I do vividly remember the feeling of great injustice . Why did I have to belong to a family , where parents were strict and punishments were swift ? All I wanted was to be free to roam around with my friends . I felt the great free from these human restraints on my God-given right to freedom

My childhood bedroom had one small bookshelf . You can guess what was on it : the usual pre-teen boy 's mess of toy cars , action figures , comics and old chewing gum packets . I flicked through my comic book collection but I wasn 't really in the mood for superheroes . What would Spiderman do in this situation ? He would creep up the wall and out...