Growing Up In Sparta

Many moons ago, I was a young boy who lived in the beautiful city called Sparta once I was 10 weeks old I was given the David. When I grew to the age of five I was on my way to school when I ran into a bunch of undesirables (the abandoned). They said to me                                 “OY, give us your money or die.” I started to run but I was surrounded. They got closer every second. Suddenly, a flaming, god-like arrow flew towards one of their heads. I darted of barley missing the big one. Anyway back to the story, When I was seven I was sent of to military-camp. Many years later, I went of to my first and last battle. As you can guess we did not win that battle.


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