Radio

    When I was younger I used to sit by the radio, flipping through the stations from news

to comedy. I flipped to this one channel and the radio host was making prank phone calls that

were too hilarious to for a boy my age to understand. At the time, I can recall

flipping through the stations once again and listening to the different stations that played

all types of various sounds, music and tunes. I then remember stopping at this one radio

station, I couldn’t remember the name of the song, but the beat was catchy. The tempo

made its imprint on me it generated this new energy I never felt before or never knew

had existed inside me. The sound made my body react I would never imagine myself of doing.

Making me want to rap and sing along to the music along with the beat, creating these signals

that thrived throughout my entire body, I could feel the vibrations take me as it move

throughout my body as well up till the very tips of my fingers; creating my own natural rhythm I

would jump to. As this magical box began to play what different tunes each minute each

station had its own type of rhythm. But my least favorite one was the static station it made the

hair on top of my head look weird it would be abnormal for a kid my color hair to stand tall like

a dragon ball z character. Or just like cats grasping on to the ceiling after being startled by its

worst nemesis the vacuum just as its hairs rise up I can share its pain as well. My life is like a

radio play through it you might find some valuable information but look past you might get a

earful of static.