win the fight or not, I want them to feel the pain that I feel every day. Of course, there are always guns around- - - - - - - - - -some people in my family have them - - - - - - - - - - but killing them would be against the Ten Commandments. Still - - - -- - maybe someday, I will have no choice- - - - - - - - - - if nothing else works. I am a good shot.
I see many ads in magazines for Charles Atlas’s Dynamic Tension program. The ads say, "Don’t let the bully kick sand in your face” .The pictures show a skinny kid on the beach getting sand kicked in his face by a bigger boy, and then, after the kid gains some muscles using “Dynamic Tension,” he beats up the bully. This is exactly what I need. After sending for it by mail with some of my paper route money, it arrived several weeks later and I was very excited.
Taking the thick brochure upstairs to my room, I closed the door and started reading it thoroughly. Many of the exercises shown in the brochure are difficult to understand at first, but I will come back to them one at a time. When finally finishing reading the brochure, I knew where I had to start.
Now I work out, almost daily, using many different techniques. Some of the exercises were for the floor; others require solid surfaces like walls or narrow door openings. Some of them involve exercises in a doorway with a bar to do chin-ups and other exercises so I send for the adjustable exercise bar and it arrived a few weeks later.
I could not do all these exercises in my small room, but I know exactly where I can do them, down in the cellar. I begin what would become a daily regimen. Since I now have a good reason to get home earlier, I have to start doing homework so I do not have detention after normal school hours. I will just have to duck the bullies some other way. In order to get home to work out before delivering newspapers; I develop a strategy of going to the rest room and hiding in one of the stalls, after my last class. Then, after a few minutes, I go down the stairway on the opposite side of the building and sneak out the Nuns side door.
Going the opposite direction from my home and passing the Nuns convent, I follow a narrow sidewalk that leads to the church, and to Washington Blvd. Turning left, I walk up Washington Boulevard to Main Street, then go west On Main Street until I get home. This is a longer trip instead of the direct route of four blocks, but it is better than having to fight. With all my heart, I will reach a point when I face every single one of these monsters and make them pay with extreme pain and possibly even death. I will spare no effort until this is possible.
Arriving home, after saying hello to Grandma, I go down in the basement almost every day, and start my exercises. Sometimes school events or other things get in the way, but I am consistent at doing them regularly. It is very important to me because it means survival in this cruel world. I am also very careful to hide the exercise instructions where no one can find them. After a while, I do not need the instructions anymore because I memorized every page.
Starting these exercises is very hard. When I begin working out, the exercises are very difficult because I have never done anything like this before. Except for a few arm muscles that I strengthened from my paper route, I do not know about many of the muscles in my body such as my pectorals, other chest and back muscles. The first exercises, leaning forward while pushing against a concrete wall with both hands is hard for me. The push-ups are also trying because I can scarcely do one push up when beginning Dynamic Tension. However, the hardest exercises are the chin-ups and the others using the exercise bar. When I began, I could barely lift myself off the floor as I grabbed the bar installed high at the top of the cellar inside doorway.
Grandma always asks me, "What do you do downstairs in the basement all that time?” I say, “Oh, nothing.” One day I was
I see many ads in magazines for Charles Atlas’s Dynamic Tension program. The ads say, "Don’t let the bully kick sand in your face” .The pictures show a skinny kid on the beach getting sand kicked in his face by a bigger boy, and then, after the kid gains some muscles using “Dynamic Tension,” he beats up the bully. This is exactly what I need. After sending for it by mail with some of my paper route money, it arrived several weeks later and I was very excited.
Taking the thick brochure upstairs to my room, I closed the door and started reading it thoroughly. Many of the exercises shown in the brochure are difficult to understand at first, but I will come back to them one at a time. When finally finishing reading the brochure, I knew where I had to start.
Now I work out, almost daily, using many different techniques. Some of the exercises were for the floor; others require solid surfaces like walls or narrow door openings. Some of them involve exercises in a doorway with a bar to do chin-ups and other exercises so I send for the adjustable exercise bar and it arrived a few weeks later.
I could not do all these exercises in my small room, but I know exactly where I can do them, down in the cellar. I begin what would become a daily regimen. Since I now have a good reason to get home earlier, I have to start doing homework so I do not have detention after normal school hours. I will just have to duck the bullies some other way. In order to get home to work out before delivering newspapers; I develop a strategy of going to the rest room and hiding in one of the stalls, after my last class. Then, after a few minutes, I go down the stairway on the opposite side of the building and sneak out the Nuns side door.
Going the opposite direction from my home and passing the Nuns convent, I follow a narrow sidewalk that leads to the church, and to Washington Blvd. Turning left, I walk up Washington Boulevard to Main Street, then go west On Main Street until I get home. This is a longer trip instead of the direct route of four blocks, but it is better than having to fight. With all my heart, I will reach a point when I face every single one of these monsters and make them pay with extreme pain and possibly even death. I will spare no effort until this is possible.
Arriving home, after saying hello to Grandma, I go down in the basement almost every day, and start my exercises. Sometimes school events or other things get in the way, but I am consistent at doing them regularly. It is very important to me because it means survival in this cruel world. I am also very careful to hide the exercise instructions where no one can find them. After a while, I do not need the instructions anymore because I memorized every page.
Starting these exercises is very hard. When I begin working out, the exercises are very difficult because I have never done anything like this before. Except for a few arm muscles that I strengthened from my paper route, I do not know about many of the muscles in my body such as my pectorals, other chest and back muscles. The first exercises, leaning forward while pushing against a concrete wall with both hands is hard for me. The push-ups are also trying because I can scarcely do one push up when beginning Dynamic Tension. However, the hardest exercises are the chin-ups and the others using the exercise bar. When I began, I could barely lift myself off the floor as I grabbed the bar installed high at the top of the cellar inside doorway.
Grandma always asks me, "What do you do downstairs in the basement all that time?” I say, “Oh, nothing.” One day I was
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