Buzz

Buzz Someone once told me that heroes are only found in fairytales. The people we as humans have labeled heroes are just acting on impulse in the right place at the right time, following the direction of their flowing adrenaline. I have pondered this theory many nights lying in bed as the cricket's sing outside in the damp evening grass, and I've thus concluded this hypothesis incorrect. A hero is certainly not a normal being, especially not after witnessing a loved one lay his life on the line to saver something in heart, he knew was very special to you. At the tender age of seven, my only real friends were my mom, dad, and my beautiful dog Buzz, a big burly hound dog that followed me around everywhere I went. My father and I along with Buzz would spend our winter weekends at our house in Hunter Mountain ice fishing and sometimes, my dad would even let me sink in a few hunting lessons, though he didn't like me to be around guns. I loved to watch the excitement in his eyes not when he caught fish but when I did, and the way I'd hug Buzz and hold up my prize for him to poke his buzz, ice, dad, father, dog, out, around, way, stream, one, life, knew, been, truly, true, seven, same, now, loved, hound, hole, hold, hero, friends, eyes, caught, being, back, age, yet, without, winter, weekend, very, understand