When I Was a Kid

When I was in kindergarten my school was doing a stage show for the parents. All of the different grades had at least one performance to do. My afternoon class was doing something to the tune of “The Farmer in the Dell.” For many weeks before the show we would practice in our classroom. Somehow, I was to be the “Farmer.” The children held hands to make a large circle. I, the farmer, stood in the middle. The children walked around and around me and sang:

The Farmer in the Dell
The Farmer in the Dell
Hi-Ho the Derry-O
The Farmer in the Dell

At this point it comes to a part in which the farmer picks his wife, and so on. Every time we practiced I invariably chose a classmate named Leigh Barker to be my “wife.” When the day of the performance came we went on stage, and I was scared. I hated being the center of attention. The song came to “The farmer picks his wife” and I pointed at my friend Neal Gray. Everyone in the audience laughed at me that day.

When I was in elementary school, probably nine or ten years old, there was a strange child at my school named Kyle. He was poorly groomed, very pale, and an outcast. Nobody really liked Kyle, in. He got into trouble many times trying to direct attention towards himself. I would be willing to bet that his parents were abusive. One day while taking or normal route home from school on our bicycles, my friends Danny and Robert noticed Kyle was in some strangers’ bushes and was crying. We asked him what was wrong and he told us that he was sad because he had no friends. He continued crying and refused to exit the shrubbery. I felt somewhat bad for him, and told him that I was his friend. This interested him, but he stayed in the hedges. The next day that he was at school he announced to our entire table in the cafeteria that I had said that I was his friend. Everyone looked at me and I denied the whole thing.