When I was fourteen I used too babysit this adorable 6 year old named Khee.  His family lived down the street from me in a small red bungalo.  They had recenetly moved from South Korea.  So one day I was showing him my attempt to jugle with three oranges in the backyard.  I lasted not four secounds before the three bright spheres became too much and as my hand slipped on one of the oranges another hit my head.  The one in the air was forgotten as I watched the journey of the other orange, Glistening in the bright sun, rose up towards the sky and then began to fall.  I lost track of it for a second and heard a suden SLPASH and looked over to the neighbours pond where the orange lay half submerged.  I sighed, "i'll get it late" I said to no one. But why did it have to be the Browns? They hate me, I thought.   miserable and now tired I marched into the house with Khee beside me holding my hand.  To take my mind off the predicament I found myself in I begun making Ichiban for him when all of a sudden Khee exploded into a series of outrageous giggles.  When I ask him what was wrong he laughed even harder making it ring through the tiny house.  "You threw an orange into the Browns yard, you're gunna get in trouble!" With that he fell to the floor and begun rolling round and round making me smile and eventually laugh almost as hard as he was.  After a couple minutes more of silliness I began to slowly compose myself and while looking at Khee I said "Thanks I needed that" and he gave me a beaming smile with big brown eyes the size of hazel nuts.  "Do You still want some Ichiban? I asked.  He nodded his head and I stood up and began to bring the water too a boil.