The Toys

I knew from a young age that something was a bit off; even though I can only remember a handful of events in my life before I turned six I must have known even then. It first occurred to me that something was wrong when I was six; we had just moved to Tennessee and I was excited about the new house. Most of my room, which I shared with my brother, was unpacked so I decided to help my sister.

I can remember being shocked to learn that my sister had some toys that I previously not known about. She had Carebears and My Little Ponies and, the best part, she let me play with them! I took them to my room and played with them on the top of the bunk beds until, much to my disappointment, she finally asked for them back. She could see I was sad and showed me where she was going to put them and told me I could play with them again tomorrow.

It did not take long before I was no longer allowed to play with her toys. I was never really sure what had happened but I can vaguely remember getting in trouble previously at a younger age for playing with her Barbies; “little boys don’t play with Barbies.” I am fairly certain she was told to not let me play with her things so much.