Two little boys have been watching boxing on television. They are just four years old. It looks like they are sparring. It looks like they are jousting at each other. Little kids start fighting at that age. They start in the blanket.
They are showing off. Somebody is watching. They are out on the beach and they are challenging each other. It could be any area. It could be Alkai beach. "You cannot beat me! And here is a sock in the jaw to prove it!" They could be fooling. Playing what they saw in a movie. They could be joshing each other. “Here take this black eye!”
We want to name them Ken and Barbie. I want to name them Lefty and Righty. They have a family. They look about six or seven years old. They are friends. Brothers would not be fighting for fun. Brothers fight seriously. They are showing off for their parents. That is just what kids do. They are fighting for fun.
Mother told me, ‘Do not let them hit you first, then they will win.’ They are playing. No one has to win. They grow up to be the heavy weight champion Jack Dempsey. One is fighting. One is guarding. Watch out, the little one is going to charge.
Story created by female and male creative storytellers at Seaport Landing Community, April, 2016.