Since this blog is mostly about the things I’ve experience in my life, some of which happened in childhood, I think this belongs here. It marks one of the first times I discovered that I was surrounded by people I didn’t quite understand. Sometimes I truly felt like a stranger in a strange land.
The first time I met him was on the playground when I was very young, probably in kindergarten or first grade. He was a couple years older than me and considerably bigger. He had a football he had brought to school. When he saw me, he said, go out for a pass. I ran out and he threw the ball to me. I caught it and threw it back. The passing went on for a while, then recess was over and we went back inside. It was a fun time.
Back then, my grandmother took exceptional care of me. She drove me to school everyday and picked me up when it was over. She also usually came to get me at lunch to take me home to eat the meal she had prepared, which was always better than what they had at the school cafeteria.
My grandmother lived very close to one of her brothers, and also one of her sisters, so I had cousins living nearby. I was pretty accustom to one of them. He would come by pretty often to play. He was also older than me, and even older than the kid throwing the football, so I sometimes asked him about things that older people do. I guess he was sort of like an early mentor.
My cousin was also fond of riding home with my grandmother and I for lunch because he didn’t want to walk. He caught a ride home with us on the day I was passing the football around. I remember I was very happy about getting to play football with someone at school, so I mentioned it to my cousin on the way home.
I told my cousin, I made a new friend today at school and we played football at recess. He looked over at me, rolled his eyes like I was an idiot, and said, who was it? I told him his name, and then my cousin said, you better not let him hear you say that. I said, say what? He said, that he is your friend. If he hears you say that, he will beat you up.
I gave him a puzzled look. All the way home I thought about what he said. I can’t admit I am friends with someone because they will beat me up? It totally confused me. The world I lived in before grade school seemed more logical to me and a lot more kinder. Why would you beat someone up who called you friend? Was it because he was older? Was there a class difference? Was calling a guy a friend a sissy thing to do? I mean, I knew that being a sissy would get you beat up.
I never asked my cousin for specifics, but I generally found his advice to be sound, even when it didn’t make sense. I never told this guy I was his friend. I also kind of avoided him after that, maybe out of fear, but maybe just because no one wants to be around someone who doesn’t like them. You kind of want to play the odds in your favor to avoid trouble.
I also noticed in later years that this kid became something of a bully. He would often hit other kids and just be mean in general. The worst story I heard about him was he had a girlfriend in high school and he used to hit her. The story was she jumped out of his moving car and ran away just because she was afraid of him. She broke it off with him after that. Looking back, I’m kind of glad my cousin warned me about him, but I still didn’t really understand why he was mean.
When this kid finally graduated, his mom and dad divorced, and his mom moved away to another town. It so happened that my mom and dad relied on her to help with their tax filings, so they visited her once year. His mom told my mom why she left town. She said, she was just staying around for the kids to grow up, but she was getting really tired of covering up all the bruises.
It would appear that when a kid sees violence at home, they sometimes reenact it at school. That was what was missing. There was zero violence at my house and my family members were not mean to each other.
Do you think early home life dramatically changes your perception of the world? Was there any behavior you witnessed that you didn’t understand? Do you think bullying is still a problem in our schools? Did you have an older mentor growing up? What do you remember about your grandparents? Let us know in the comments, and don’t forget to like, share, and subscribe!