by Dylan
When I was just a wee little lad, I idolized Mr. Bond, James Bond. He was the most amazing super spy I ever saw. He got all the girls, wore all the nicest suits, and liked his martini shaken not stirred. How could anybody not like him? He was quite the charismatic fellow. With the help of Q, his weapons expert, Bond got the coolest gadgets and guns that were almost out of this world.
My friends and I used to watch the movies together and try out some of the stunts he did but we failed at with a “schhlapp” and a “wooopang.” It was all in good fun.
I looked up what it took to be a double O and always practiced my target blasting just in case. I bought all the video games with James Bond in them and occasionally wore my communion tuxedo to try to act the part.
James Bond did no wrong with his wild black hair whipping like a flag in the wind as he fought off a bad guy who tried to kill him as he drove.
The first day of school, the teacher was taking roll and asked, “What is your name?”
In response I answered, “The name’s Godsey, Dylan Godsey.”
Unfortunately she didn’t find it very amusing and sent me to time-out where I would whistle out the theme song “dun na dun na dun nana dun na dunna dun.”
Galloping home I pretended I was in an Aston Martin and I was tagging down Dr. No.
What a wonderful life that was, but I grew up and Mr. Bond became a memory of the past. My love for action and adventure was cemented over by reality and school.
