While this book
is my story, I have found that it is not as unique as I would
imagine it. I have routinely found people who have contacted me to
tell me that my story mirrors their own story. If you imagine that
every grade in primary school has a small handful of children who
were bullied to the level that I was, then add all the grades in
the primary schools, the number of schools in the country, and all
the years between when I was first bullied to the years up to
today, the numbers are frightening.
From one taunt to the next, each semester I built up a
tolerance like the slowly cooking lobster, I did not see beyond my
routine to see that my normal was not as such for my classmates.
Being bullied was not a constant part of my day. Yet,
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I became quiet
and timid around others, because of these kids. This very timidity
added to my isolation. I had few friends, mostly from the
neighborhood. In
school, Jim was
the only child I recall playing with on the Rock Cut schoolyard.
This was except for dodge ball. Every child wanted as many people
in the game as possible, to play with, against, or simply to throw
the ball at them. Not even Jim stood next to me here, where I was
always part of the third group of dodge ball player. It was common
for one of my teammates to hit me with the ball.
There is a moment from gym class that still stands out
clearly from being bullied in grade school. In an activity where
everyone grabbed a section of a round fabric and had to as a
collective, keep several balls bouncing, someone was hit by one.
The teacher did not see who threw it, however, he decided that it
was a deliberate strike on the kid who was hit. Two kids called me
out as the offender. The teacher took me by the arm and yanked me
into his office. He pulled me physically to the office just outside
the
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Today, fast
food is so common place, even to small children. It was a time
before drive-through serve was commonplace, and Wendys was only
five years old. My parents did not go to fast food joints at the
time. For me, this was a treat, so enjoyed that I remember it today
as one of the best memories I have of the fifth grade. We took a
short walk to Geris Hamburgers. I got to order my own lunch: a
cheeseburger, a small order of fries and a chocolate shake. It was
the excitement of doing something new and different, where the
smallest steps were new ventures and I could imagine the great
within the
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