MEDITATIONS OF AN ONLY CHILD
Not to sound too lonely. Apologies in advance because this one is depressing.
- •I am the only child of an only child.
- •I grew up in a neighborhood with very few other kids.
- •And I was a latchkey kid. Both parents worked (most years) and I would come home to an empty house. So I had to learn how to:
- •Play basketball by myself constantly. My self-taught awful mechanics never recovered. I had no arc on my shot to adjust to the power line running to the house in front of my driveway goal.
- •Read book after book. To be fair, this probably always would have happened.
- •Video games. My parents encouraged it at first to keep me occupied. I wonder when they realized their mistake.
- •Wander around the neighborhood on my bike with no goal in mind.
- •Hitting lightning bugs with a wiffle bat for hours at a time. Was that mentally disturbed?
- •Throwing tennis balls onto the roof and catching them as they rolled down.
- •I could go on, but basically it was lonely. I always wanted siblings and it never happened.
- •And now this time of year comes up and it's hard. I have no nephews or nieces, no children, no wife. And year by year people in my orbit die off or disappear and my world grows a little smaller. And people wonder why I don't really enjoy Christmas.