That's how he's been told it went. He would sit on a kerb and would look at whatever there was to see - children playing, most likely within a thick wall of hysterical yells. He'd rather be in solitude than join the commotion, he enjoyed being alone. There was evidence of his actual happiness, later on, when at home he summarised the daily events. That was long ago, during nursery school.
He often wondered if that kerb only existed in his imagination or in the storyteller's. It was not rare, however, to notice the occasional hint that suggested otherwise. The kerb must have been real, as his sitting and watching and volunteer detachment. Despite the intervening forty years, the essence of his inner self remained unchanged, his intrinsic nature was of a passive kind, he was always after a kerb to sit alone.
Very nice post.
ReplyDeleteThat kid wouldn't be let alone nowadays. He'd be noted, tagged, and reported.
I know of another one who used to spend his time at the playground going round the trees there, one after another until the bell rang. This one, though, didn't seem to enjoy his first years at school very much. His mother could testify, God bless her.
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