Kid

My heart races as I run through the streets of New York, turning around every second to see cars multiply by the minute -- chasing me  and I don’t know why. A helicopter swoops down to get me, but I push myself to run faster even if it is my last breath, till I notice that I can run fast , jump 100 feet, and break everything that gets in my way. I run under some stairs and have the feeling of comfort just like when I was little, and my mom used to tuck my in my race car bed. Above my bed was a poster of one of the greatest baseball players of all time -- Babe Ruth. "WE NEED YOU THOMAS!" As soon as I hear that, my great memories brought me back to the worst time of my life.