Monday Night Wrestling Narrative

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As I sit here looking at my three young sons playing with each other, each has a role of their favorite superhero fighting and saving the earth from inevitable doom right here in their very own living room, I wonder was I ever this imaginative. As adults it’s often thought we have lost that creative or imaginative side that we once had an abundance of as children. The innocence of children can lead and harbor a beautiful mind of magical things and mystical illusions. As the mind grows and begins to question things around us we soon realize that all things magical are not real. The day I realized the beauty of magical beings and mystical realms no longer existed was the day my cousin Daniel broke the news that wrestling was all fake. My…show more content…
Not one single being in the universe was more important to me that Bret Michaels, he held my undivided attention and each week I waited seven long days to see what moves he had to show and who was going to be at the end of his wrath. As I rushed home from the bus one Monday afternoon, Daniel summon me to join his team for football to defend him from the upset Ronnie’s team had given us the day before. I agreed knowing better then to go against Daniel’s wishes and reminded him I would have to be inside by six to prepare for my wrestling show that started at 7pm. As six grew close our team was down three points, Ronnie and his team gloating and taunting Daniel I told him I had to leave for wrestling. Daniel upset with our inevitable loss for the day once again began to turn his frustration on me by telling me that wrestling was not what I thought it was. “You’re so stupid Mel everyone knows wrestling is fake, why do you think we don’t watch it anymore stupid.” I was utterly disgusted with Daniel could something so beautiful and full of violence and blood be fake. Upset I ran home, asked my mom why Daniel would say that she assured me he was lying and not to worry about anything. Assured by my mother I sat in front of the television glued to Bret Michaels’
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