Desire

As an immature kid, I wanted that gold medal. Winning that prize meant validating my hidden talents and bringing pride to my family, for once.

Cousin’s Day

We took our positions. We readied our Nerf guns. The older boys had picked out the bigger ones, the ones that held fifteen to fifty foam bullets, with more bulging their pockets. I took one of the smaller ones that held eight, but I liked how powerful my small Nerf gun was.