Intro_Joe McDonald

So when I was around the age of 10 I used to enjoy playing fantasy in the forest. I would pick up a wooden stick and pretend I was an expert in sword fighting and would fight invisible enemies in the forest. One day a boy next door came over. His name was Jimmy. I was in my little den in the woods (my fortress if you will) minding my own business pretending to fight dragons or exotic fighters. I can’t recall which at the moment. Well Jimmy just shows up out of now where and challenges me to a friendly gentleman’s duel. We start clashing wooden swords and a fierce battle ensued. Unrelenting in his attacks I quickly realized I was not facing some mere novice swordsman but rather a seasoned veteran in the art of stabbing. He pushed his attack and had me on the defense, but what Jimmy failed to realize was that while on the defense I had the perfect opportunity to come up with a counter-attack. I parried a blow and quickly caught the young lad off balance and with Jimmy tumbling trying to regain balance I raised my sword to his throat. Having realized his mistake and his defeat he quickly dropped his sword and pronounced me the winner. I merrily dropped my sword as well and invited my new protege Jimmy inside for hot cocoa.