The neighbor held a red car in his hand. It was mine. I was sure of it. The size, shape, and color was exact. It even had a scratch on the top of it. I don’t know how he got his hands on it, but it would not stay there.
I lunged at his hand and tried to take it. He resisted and pulled his hand close to his body. We struggled for the car, neither one wanting to let go. The fight went on for a few moments with no one gaining the advantage. We pushed against each other and fell to the ground. Now the contest turned to wrestling. With three brothers of my own, I had more practice than the other kid.
The time came to use one of the dirty tricks my older brothers used on me. I bent one of his fingers in a way it should not go and held it there. He twisted his arm to lessen the pain, but I only pulled harder. He cried out a little and opened his hand. The car fell to the ground.
I snatched it up and scrambled off the other boy. He yelled at me to give the car back. I turned and ran towards home. I did not slow down until I was there. I went inside, slammed the door behind me, and went to my room. I pulled my private toy shoebox from under my bed to put the car inside.
I stared in surprise at what I saw. There on top, was my own red car.
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