Myron Uhlberg is the critically acclaimed and award-winning author of a number of children’s books. He recently published a memoir of his life in Brooklyn, New York, growing up the oldest hearing son of deaf parents. He lives with his wife in Santa Monica and Palm Springs.
Freddy was the bully of our block and the bane of my existence. As I was the only kid on our block who had so far escaped Freddy’s ministrations, I held a special place in his malignant heart.
The tar-paper roof of our apartment house was my private park. Unbeknownst to me, Freddy had studied my movements over the course of a typical week, the better to plan my eventual capture.
Deeply engrossed, I failed to hear Freddy creeping up on me. Leaping to my feet, I threw my book at his head. Slowly but surely, Freddy herded me into a corner; I was trapped. The next thing I knew, I was dangling from the roof. Now, I thought, if Freddy were to let me go, I would bounce off a clothes-line. I could visualize the look on my neighbor’s face, as she unsuspectingly reeled me in along with the rest of her washing. The image so amused me that I burst into laughter.
This laugh was to be my salvation. Thereafter, Freddy never bothered me again. He had done his worst and I had laughed in his face; I was the envy of every kid on the block.
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