Rounded Rectangle: Text Box: MY LITTLE STORM TROOPER Boom, boom, is that thunder or maybe night games at Fort Carson? No, No, wait a minute that sounds familiar. My eyes are drawn to the fact that my big screen television is rocking back and forth on my wall. It is no coincidence that this wall is shared and on the other side my grandson Chad, is acting out one of his many scenarios that commands his attention daily. Shing, shing, the familiar sound affect travels down my short hallway and alerts me to the fact that Chad is a sword wielding, butt kicking, little storm trooper. His shadow falls across the walls and I can see the rise and fall of his trusty sword. His commanding voice comes rattling through the walls, “No, you must not hurt the women and children!” “Quick, take out the ammo supply room!” I am always amazed at the world inside Chad’s head. His imagination rules his thoughts and gives him many hours of enjoyment. He is such a well-rounded child and older in many ways than his years. I call him an old soul. Such a tender age to have such passion and curiosity; this will serve him well as an adult. I am deep in thought when I look up and there is his sweet face starring at me in wonderment. “What is wrong Grammie? Do you need something?” He is so genuine in his love and affection that I forget my television was only inches away from destruction and that I could not hear a word that was coming out of it. I scoop the little storm trooper into my arms and feel the unconditional love flowing from his sweet soul. “No, sweetie everything is as it should be!” He jumps out of my arms with his own personal brand of enthusiasm, collects his sword, and continues to fight for truth and justice in his little corner of the world. It is at that moment I realize how truly blessed I am to be a part of his life and how very much I love my little storm trooper.

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