Walking Duncan
Callahan, Age 12, Easton, CT

One summer day, I was relaxing on my couch watching Sports Center. “Cal,” my mom shouted from the kitchen. “Can you take Duncan for a walk?” Duncan is my dog. He is a chocolate lab and he is so big he could eat a cow.

“Okay!” I shrieked in an annoyed voice because I was so comfortable on my leather couch with soft comforters that towered over me. To get ready to go on the adventure, I went looking for Duncan’s leash. Finally, I found it in the cabinet in my laundry room.

“Duncan, Duncan!” I called out. In seconds, he answered my calls and came dashing through the kitchen with muddy paws.

Once he saw his blue leash he got excited and bolted down the stairs without me even getting his leash on him. I ran after him and hooked the leash on to his red collar.

As we walked down my packed street, we took a left on to a less busy street, so I didn’t have to worry about cars. My dog and I passed several beautiful houses, and we jogged up a steep hill. When we both got to the top of the hill, we saw a strange figure in the distance. It was a man going the opposite way on the other side of the road with a ski hat, a puffy coat and black jeans on. The only thing on my mind was this man. I exited everything out of my mind. I got scared to death because it was the middle of summer and he was dressed up as if he was skiing down a massive hill. I grasped Duncan’s leash as tight as a cheetah gripping its prey so Duncan didn’t try to sniff the mysterious man. I had a feeling that he was a bad guy by the way he was dressed. I yanked Duncan as if I was playing tug-of-war so he would start running, but he just went slower. The road started to go down hill. The man was about 30 yards behind us.
I turned around to check if he was still walking. Suddenly he was stopped on my side of the road. He looked at me as I turned around. Luckily, Duncan got a burst of energy and ran freely, dragging me along with him. We should go to my friend’s house that lived nearby, I thought to myself.

Once I got there with Duncan, I glanced at my friend’s driveway, only to discover that no one was home. That meant that I couldn’t go and call my mom to pick me up. I had to face my fear and go back home. Duncan and I progressed back down the road and up the hill where I had seen the strange man in his skiing clothes. Luckily, the man wasn’t there anymore. Relieved, my heart stopped beating a mile a minute. We took the normal route back to my house.

When I got home, I told my parents what had happened and they said that I shouldn’t go out alone in the neighborhood. From this experience I now know that you are never safe alone. Now I don’t go out alone in my neighborhood because of that day.

Home | Read | Write | Copyright | Privacy

This page was last updated on December 02, 2008 by the KIWW Webmaster.