Synopsis: Two Blocks from Slab Town is based on the actual events of Cissy, an eight year old girl, growing up in a Southern, rural town during the 1960's. Her father was a World War II veteran suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder. Cissy lives two blocks from Slab Town, an area where homes were made out of rough, slabs of wood. These huts provided little protection from its predatory environment, animal as well as human. Cissy's mother was a clairvoyant, while her father was a clairsentient. She was able to survive and protect those around her by unleashing her sixth sense. As Cissy, I was glad to have this experience. I learned that a single flame can cut through the darkness making its own path.
Two Blocks from Slab TownBall on the Roof Part Oneby Joey Boon 
Posted: 14:00 January 21, 2009
Life is a festival only to the wise. (Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882)
The best game I’d ever played (when I was a kid) was a game called "Ball on the Roof"! My brother Kyle and I couldn’t play that game, enough. I mean, there just wasn’t enough hours in the day to contain ourselves. I realize that when you first hear the name of the game - "Ball on the Roof" - you might think - BORING!!! Well, let me tell one thing!…… We had this old Mulberry tree right next to the back porch, and when that tennis ball bounced off the roof and hit those limbs of that old Mulberry tree……it was a scramble (indeed) to try and catch that ball.
Because of Kyle’s throwing ability, he was the designated pitcher. I think he could throw that tennis ball a mile high. It truly was a mystery and in a way kinda’ creepy about how high those balls went.
I tried it a couple of times and said to my brother," I’ll tell you what! Let me catch, and you throw the ball, O.K.?!"
He just smiled to himself, as if he had some deep, dark secret, and said," Are you sure?"
I quickly responded," Oh yeah!!"
Now, me and Kyle were a team. I mean we got pretty good at most of the games we played. We’d play pitching checkers in a jar……golfin’ with the old croquet mallets and balls……bowling on this old crappy bowling alley lane that we both had built, together - the balls were the same old croquet ones from the golfin’ thing we had goin,’ while the pins were old tin cans that Mom kept in the pantry for us when Daddy was in the bathroom too long.
We really didn’t realize it at the time, but we sure had it made, back then. We didn’t have fancy clothes or shiny, brand new cars. But, we did have one thing, for sure…we had one of the biggest yards in the neighborhood. And, like most kids would, we definitely took full advantage of the situation.
When we played "hide and go seek", most of the kids around the area would join us ’cause there were so many places to hide. If we didn’t have that yard (back then) to play in, I don’t know just how all of us would’ve turned out, now. But, there is one thing for sure……it does give a person a lot to write about later on, in life……and……that’s where I come in!
So, let’s get back to our story, now. "Ball on the Roof" was a contagious game, to say the least. I mean Kyle and I would play for hours…days…weeks…months, on end. We did this for 3 or 4 years (straight), and never got tired of the game.
One day, Chucky Smith came over to see just what all the fuss was about. Now, for you that don’t already know (and once again, that should be most everybody reading this), Chucky was my third best friend. What I mean by that is I have to count Cissy and Kyle as my number 1 and 2. So, Chucky would be the 3rd in that particular line-up.
Now, Chucky was kind’a on the frail side of life. I mean he’d cry just for the sake of cryin’. So, when Kyle and I asked him if he’d like to play 3rd base (so to speak), he mumbled," Uh…well, o.k…I guess!"
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