A Note from the Webmaster: It’s summertime, the glorious season of swimming, sunblock and sinking your teeth into a fat stack of books. Alas, it’s also the sad season when Writers Forum goes dark for two months. Never fear, dear reader, because for the next eight Mondays, Writers Forum will be featuring the Best of Member Monday. The top eight Member Monday pieces were determined by the number of views each piece received on our website. We’ll count them down beginning from #8 and ending with our #1 most viewed piece of the 2013-2014 Writers Forum year. Congratulations to the top eight! Taking the #3 slot is a piece by Writers Forum member Terry O’Connell.
Becoming A “Real” Boy
by Terry O’ Connell
I grew up an only child, raised mostly by a single, working mom. I was a quiet, gentle boy who preferred to read and stay home rather than go out and play with other kids on the streets and in the playgrounds. I didn’t like sports, wasn’t very coordinated, and I’d much rather avoid a flying ball than try to catch one. I have horrible memories of musical chairs – the pushing, the aggression, chairs toppling, people falling down. I would usually just remain standing and be eliminated. I was not a “typical” boy, and I fell far short of the playground standards of my working-class neighborhood.
In my fourth grade year, there was a big contest at my school – with prizes! I don’t remember the details, but somehow I managed to win first place. As the grand winner, I could choose one of two prizes. One was a bright red Radio Flyer wagon, and the other was a well-made Raggedy Andy rag doll. The wagon was the clear choice, and I started to imagine having it at home to play with and haul my toys around. Then I looked at the doll and thought to myself, “Everyone wants the wagon. Nobody is going to choose the doll.” And I started to picture the doll being ignored and left behind, and something in me shifted.
When the time came for me to make my selection, I chose the doll.
For the rest of the day, the kids chided me mercilessly. They called me names. They made up little rhymes about me and my doll. Boys and girls, friends and strangers, it made no difference. I had crossed a line and they weren’t going to let it go.
Finally, school let out and I was able to go home and get away from the taunting and disapproval. On the walk home, I kept replaying the day’s events over and over again, trying to bring the whole thing into focus and make sense of how I felt and what had happened.
A block before I reached home, I threw the doll away.
Oh Terry! I am so sorry for the teasing you received! Kids can be so mean. This is a nice piece, written well. 🙂
Children can indeed be cruel, but your thinking of the doll being left unwanted says a lot for your character. Sadly, children know nothing of character, and sometimes even as adults they never acquire the knack to learn what good character entails. This was a nice article, thank you for writing it, it was a pleasure to read.