“Each of us deserves the freedom to pursue our own version of happiness. No one deserves to be bullied.” 

The morning was the afternoon. It was one of those nights. I just wasn’t tired. I read for a while, turned off the light then turned it back on when I couldn’t fall asleep. It was close to six when I finally turned off the light and fell asleep. It was noon when we woke up, the dogs and I. Despite the time, I chose to approach the day leisurely. Two newspapers, an onion bagel and two cups of coffee later, here I am.

On my dance card is my usual Monday concert. We’re doing the color book. I also need gas and dog food.

The day is dark, cloudy and damp. I think it might have rained as the plastic on the papers was wet. It is 75° right now and showers are predicted.

I remember two strange finds when I was a kid. The first was in the woods beside the field below my house. It was a tiny shack made from odd sized boards. The entrance was a hole. There was one window cut out of the wall. The floor of the shack was dirt. Inside was a small stack of magazines. They were girly magazines.

The next find was in a green, large wooden box beside the tracks and on the corner of the road. Across the street was the red store. Inside the box was a couple of stacks of comic books with string tied around each. The comic books included Little Lulu, Henry, Superboy and some other 50’s comics. We sat on the ground and read a few. We took them, employing the kids’ philosophy of finders keepers.

I always jumped over the rail ties which had a double 00 on them. We thought the double OO’s were as dangerous as step on a crack, break your mother’s back so, because I did not want to be responsible for my mother’s injury, I jumped.

Name calling hurts. When I was a kid, they were the weapons of bullies. I used to retaliate and say over and over, “Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me,” even though they did. I remember being in the fifth grade and defending my friend who was in tears because she was being bullied. I asked the kid to stop, and when he didn’t, I punched him in the face. He stopped. We were sent to the principal’s office. I explained, and the principal said the next time I should tell someone. He got punished.

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6 Comments on ““Each of us deserves the freedom to pursue our own version of happiness. No one deserves to be bullied.” ”

  1. Rowen Says:

    I’ve always like that Eddie Floyd record. And “Superstition” is just one of the greatest things of all time.

    • katry Says:

      It takes me a while to find just the right songs. I enjoy the hunt. I get to hear songs I haven’t heard in a long while and I get to listen to new ones.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today was a repeat of yesterday but a little cooler at 103°. My large screen TV, which came with the house finally died. I will have to replace it. I don’t even know how large it is.

    No one likes to be bullied. When I was in Junior High, I was bullied because I was small, wore glasses, and I was not very athletic. While choosing sides I was always the next to last choice. The other boys would say we will take him, referring to me, and you get the dork. At least I wasn’t the dork. 🙂 In Gym class I was always the first target at dodge ball. Luckily, I never got to experience a “wedgey”in the locker room. Amazingly, we all survived our prepubescent and puberty periods.

    • katry Says:

      HI Bob,
      My last TV was one of the first HD sets. It wasn’t all that large, and it was quite expensive. This one is 51′ and was only $500.00. If I had one any bigger, it would be like sitting in the first row of the movie theater.

      When I was a high school administrator in charge of discipline, I never tolerated bullies. They got the consequence they deserved, and if they continued, they got suspended. Kid bullying other kids made their victims feel unsafe in school. That was just so wrong.

      • Bob Says:

        Unfortunately, this was the early 1960s and it was considered manly to be bullied back then. One of my favorite Peter, Paul, and Mary songs is, “Right Field”. It expresses what I felt in little league. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        I never got bullied. I found out much, much later that my brother was a bully, and it didn’t surprise me. I think I was too smart mouth to get bullied

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