The Inner Child

A Rocket Power fan fiction

By: Aaron Harris, Scott Sanchez, and Miguel Chavez

Summary: A first hand account of me going back to my 11 year old self.

Part I

All I can remember from before is going to sleep. I woke up under a tree in the forest, wearing simple but unfamiliar clothing…a red t shirt, black shorts, and blue vans. I looked myself over and found that I was smaller than I had been. Nervously, I ran to one of the houses to behold my reflection. I was the same, but very different. I was a younger version of myself.

I heard shouting, conversation, laughter nearby. The sound of many rollerblades skittering about on pavement, the occasional whack of wood on plastic. I knew who many of these people were, but again, something was different. They were real.

Then, the gang saw the individual. It looked like Aaron. "I'll admit, you look like Aaron and sound like Aaron," Otto rendered his analysis. "But…you couldn't be Aaron," Twister surmised. "Aaron is much older." "But remember, when we…" I quietly related a tale of some past experience to Otto. He nodded.

Sam spoke up. "I'm sure there's a completely innocent explanation for this, even if it's one that might not make sense." I looked confused in my childish state. "But, look at it this way, no responsibility," Twister stated. "What's going on?" I asked. "I'm supposed to be grown up! But, I am a child!" "I may need a minute to think this over."

"Maybe this could be a second chance," Reggie suggested, asking "What was going on with you and with your world in general?" I sat down and thought, "I guess my adult life for the past 5 years has been a wreck. Maybe this is a sign. What does it mean?"

I sat up and slyly smiled, "Well, this may not be all bad at all." "I mean, how bad can it really be? But, where can I live? I woke up here, and I don't know where I came from." Otto and Reggie thought this over and came up with a brilliant idea. "How about you stay with us? We'll talk to our dad about this. Stay here and wait for us."

"Sure," I replied. "I mean, I have nothing better to do today." Five hours passed and I was sitting and reflecting on what had been a weird day of events for me. "So, what did you hear from him?" Reggie replied, "Actually Dad said Tito would be more than willing to take you in. And then, Tito will enroll you in the same 5th grade class as Otto and Twister."

Otto had enough of this talk. Can we PLEASE go the California Incline? I nodded. "Sure, let's go." Unfortunately, Lars was there and waiting. "Who's this guy, he looks familiar!" "And who is this, this can't be a Squid!" I stared at Lars. "Are we going to race, or are you going to flap those STUPID gums of yours?" They raced and I won the street luge match by a landslide. I looked slyly back at Lars, "By the way, Lars, that reminds me. The other kids told me that you've been a real pain in the butt lately; that you're the local bully. Is that true??""Yeah, dork; this is my territory. So???" "Oh, nothing. They just asked me to give you a message..." Then, I kicked Lars in a very unmentionable place below the waistline." "By the way, see you in school Monday! Bust!" Otto and I shared a laugh and a woogie."