I need to stop the tanks.

Life is all about instructions. Instructions on how to bake; how to ride a bike; how to walk, talk, and even eat. These were my instructions for the day:
1. Stand in the middle of the road.
2. Wait for the tanks to come by.
3. Follow their every move. If they try to go left, you go left. If they go right, you go right. Whatever you do, do not let the tanks pass. (I'D USE TANKS INSTEAD OF THEIR IN THE FIRST SENTENCE OF #3.)
4. If you have to, climb the tank, kick it, throw things at it. Just don’t let them go.

I despise being bossed around. It makes me resentful toward the one giving the commands. (I WOULD TAKE OUT: toward the one giving the commands.) I don’t mind being asked politely whether I could do a favor, but to be barked at with instructions and then not really given a reason why...no way. If only I ruled the world.

If I ruled the world, I would make it normal and acceptable to eat dessert whenever one wanted.
If I ruled the world, I would tell everyone that life is something to enjoy. Don’t try to grow up too quickly; don’t worry about the little things. Just breathe and live.
If I ruled the world, I would stop wars and allow “Peace on Earth” to not just be a slogan, but a way of life.

But of course I don’t rule the world. These thoughts are superfluous, so here I go on my way to finish my task.

As I walk toward my destination, I notice my surroundings:
Greens leaves
Dark gray pavement
Light posts along the road
Different sized buildings
White painted arrows on the road
Fences
Trees

As I keep walking, I see the carcass of a freshly run-overed (RUN-OVER) squirrel and of course (ADD COMMA) my heart goes out to it.

I feel pain for all of teh (THE) little creatures that are neglected and uncared for. They, too, are just as important in this world. (JUST AS IMPORTANT AS... WHAT?)
I feel pain for the dried leaves in the fall because people don’t give them the time of day.
I feel pain in the color red because it reminds me of blood and the hurt people endure.

I pick a flower and lay it on top of the (SQUIRREL) body before I keep going. I’m almost there. To keep my mind busy, I start playing a game with myself.

This is a tree. This is not a tree. This is a bush.
This is a road. This is not a road. This is a street.
This is a light post. This is not a light post. This is a street light.

I go on like this until I reach my final destination. I see buildings all around. I see trees on the side of the road. I see painted signs on the ground. Alas, I finally see the tanks coming toward me.

“Vrooom, vroooom!” Tanks are going (COMING IS BETTER) straight at me. I need to stop them. My heart is pounding. I’m starting to sweat through my white button (ADD DASH) up. But I don’t waver.

I need to stop the tanks.

The moving machines are stealthily moving closer and closer. They stop in front of me. I shake my bags at them.

I need to stop the tanks.

They ('THE TANKS" WOULD BE BETTER THAN "THEY") start to go left. So I go left in front of it (THEM). They try to divert to the right. I follow like a shadow (ADD COMMA) all the while still shaking my bags at them.

I need to stop the tanks.

They try to get passed. They keep swerving left and then right. I follow their every move.

I need to stop the tanks.

I begin climbing the tank. I try to get in. All I think is...

I NEED TO STOP THE TANKS.