"Sparky, get over here, man!"
The Outsiders, (a.k.a. the Howard St. gang of Waterloo, Iowa),
yelled out with emphatic glee. I was the gang's leader.
"Look at this ramp we built."
"WOW, AWESOME!" I replied. "Anyone jumped it yet?"
All eyes, in one accord, stared at me with crunched in eyebrows.
"No wayyyyy, do you think we're loony bins or somethin'? It's all your's buddy-
"Yes, you're the Sparkman, come on."
Why, yes, of course I am. What was I thinking? I'm not human; I can accomplish
anything that dares get in my way. After all, I'm nine years old.