forest gump junior's recaptulation
Hallo
I am Forest……Son of Forest Gump and Ginny Gump
I am 7 yrs old and study in 2nd grade
My mamma stays in heaven and papa at home …and we have a passage way a little way from our house …where whatever we want delivered to mom...is laid…
It has an epitaph at its head and I write letters to her regularly which papa posts there….
I love playing ping pong with my father who is very good at it…he has several golden shiny medals which he won at it...
We also sit on the tree bark and fish for hours together…on a summer days after school…
When we go to sleep at night papa tells me tales of another Forest who was not as bright as me…who dint know counting and alphabets properly even in 2nd standard….jeez…poor kid…
But he had a fairy for a friend named Ginny….in the letters I wrote to mamma yesterday...I even asked her if she had met the fairy in heaven ...with her name…
Mamma seems too busy to reply ..or maybe...they dont have airplanes to deliver mails....which makes sense as fairylands..all over clouds..where would the planes land and take off from???
The tale (papa tells me)goes on like this…
Ginny…the fairy …was beautiful ….with golden locks and sparkle eyes and sunshine smile and starry dimples ….
When poor Forest was 1st sent to school he was friendless and lonely …and in a yellow school bus where people dint offer him company and seats adjacent to thiers.. ….and jeered at him too….for his crutches…and lop sided stride …
Then Ginny saw him…and offered him a place next to her…forest had never seen anything as beautiful as her….
At which juncture I asked papa if fairies too go to school and he told me education is necessary for all….
Ginny and Forest became friends and every time they would come back from school strolling in the lane, next to the fence parting the farms in front of Ginny’s house, the bad boys( I asked papa to call them jerks…but he insists on calling them “bad boys.”..isnt that kiddish???…we did that in kindergarten) would come on their bikes and throw stone at him…
Then Ginny the fairy… would say “run Forest run”…and magically convert his legs from weak to strong ones….
In the evenings they would sit on the tree barks as papa and I now do and fish like us...or talk about sunsets or water in the pond and the reflections….and sometimes.. at night, Ginny would come to Forest’s house because she would be scared…of her parents...They must have been demons…as bible says the son of the demon is an angel…
As they grew up Forest fell in love with the fairy but knew that he could never have her for a wife…..because he wasn’t smart enough.
1 day while being chased down by the same jerks who had now grown old but still hadnt given up their bad habbits..chased him down again ...this time down a rugby ground in midst of an ongoing match...
The coach noticed him run and wanted to use his pace to the teams advantage...so placed him in the team for the next match…
His job was to sprint down the pitch every time the ball was thrown to him..which he did quite well...
He ran and outstripped the opponents who could barely come close enough to tackle him ..…but the stupid coach never told him when to stop running…papa says the coach was really dumb …
I am Forest……Son of Forest Gump and Ginny Gump
I am 7 yrs old and study in 2nd grade
My mamma stays in heaven and papa at home …and we have a passage way a little way from our house …where whatever we want delivered to mom...is laid…
It has an epitaph at its head and I write letters to her regularly which papa posts there….
I love playing ping pong with my father who is very good at it…he has several golden shiny medals which he won at it...
We also sit on the tree bark and fish for hours together…on a summer days after school…
When we go to sleep at night papa tells me tales of another Forest who was not as bright as me…who dint know counting and alphabets properly even in 2nd standard….jeez…poor kid…
But he had a fairy for a friend named Ginny….in the letters I wrote to mamma yesterday...I even asked her if she had met the fairy in heaven ...with her name…
Mamma seems too busy to reply ..or maybe...they dont have airplanes to deliver mails....which makes sense as fairylands..all over clouds..where would the planes land and take off from???
The tale (papa tells me)goes on like this…
Ginny…the fairy …was beautiful ….with golden locks and sparkle eyes and sunshine smile and starry dimples ….
When poor Forest was 1st sent to school he was friendless and lonely …and in a yellow school bus where people dint offer him company and seats adjacent to thiers.. ….and jeered at him too….for his crutches…and lop sided stride …
Then Ginny saw him…and offered him a place next to her…forest had never seen anything as beautiful as her….
At which juncture I asked papa if fairies too go to school and he told me education is necessary for all….
Ginny and Forest became friends and every time they would come back from school strolling in the lane, next to the fence parting the farms in front of Ginny’s house, the bad boys( I asked papa to call them jerks…but he insists on calling them “bad boys.”..isnt that kiddish???…we did that in kindergarten) would come on their bikes and throw stone at him…
Then Ginny the fairy… would say “run Forest run”…and magically convert his legs from weak to strong ones….
In the evenings they would sit on the tree barks as papa and I now do and fish like us...or talk about sunsets or water in the pond and the reflections….and sometimes.. at night, Ginny would come to Forest’s house because she would be scared…of her parents...They must have been demons…as bible says the son of the demon is an angel…
As they grew up Forest fell in love with the fairy but knew that he could never have her for a wife…..because he wasn’t smart enough.
1 day while being chased down by the same jerks who had now grown old but still hadnt given up their bad habbits..chased him down again ...this time down a rugby ground in midst of an ongoing match...
The coach noticed him run and wanted to use his pace to the teams advantage...so placed him in the team for the next match…
His job was to sprint down the pitch every time the ball was thrown to him..which he did quite well...
He ran and outstripped the opponents who could barely come close enough to tackle him ..…but the stupid coach never told him when to stop running…papa says the coach was really dumb …
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