The Clown in Room 301
A ‘Kids I Grew Up With’ Collection
Written by Bob Jordan
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by Bob Jordan
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Chapter One
Back in the days when television was black & white and there were only three channels to watch, the great outdoors were all the playing field a kid needed and imagination was the engine of entertainment. Bobby was an adventurous 9 year old boy who loved fishing the many lakes that surrounded his town. Sitting under a shade tree with a big juicy worm dangling from the hook on his cane pole was his idea of heaven.
He also enjoyed exploring the thick woods that surrounded his home and loved playing army with his buddies. A branch snapped off of a hickory tree did nicely for a rifle, thick scrub brush made a great fort and large dirt clods worked perfectly as hand grenades. Their imaginary foes never stood a chance!
Summer had just begun and there was lots to do. Building a space ship out of the refrigerator box mom pitched out into the garage was high on his list as was making a jitney from the frame of an abandoned grocery cart. There was also the plans he had drawn up on the back of a corn flakes box outlining the perfect tree house. With so many choices he wasn’t sure where he would start but as he was about to decide, a loud voice from outside his clubhouse caught his attention and forever changed the outcome of his life!
“Hey Bobby you in there?” The request came from David, the largest kid on the block.
What could David possibly want with me, Bobby thought to himself. “You coming out or should I come in?” After a hasty self examination, nothing came to mind that he could have done to make him mad and with just a little meekness in his voice he replied “ No, I’ll come out”.