Nothing happens in my neighborhood except for me grinding my big wheel’s plastic all the way down the street. Alicia’s stomping up to Anthony with mallets for fists about to really show him the justice system. Anthony stumbles away swearing and crying with a red indent of a ring on his forehead. Darkness shines and I gallop yard across yard snatching fireflies like stars out of the sky. Another day in my neighborhood, me and Anthony trample the shaded green of his back yard. My toes grab tufts of grass. We are playing in the sandbox. I turn around and this kid turns on me. I think I made fun of him or something but before I knew it, he took his rope and board swing and swung it at me. Six feet later, a bucktooth nail in the bottom of the board is tearing open my right cheekbone an inch from my eye. Anthony’s eyes popped out of his head and he suddenly wasn’t crazy as hell anymore. The sunflowers turned their heads to watch me. It was my turn to run home crying and swearing to dad.