Doll verses Ball


So I was 10 years old and my family(?) were members of a CB club. 

They would go all over central New York for conventions.

It was mostly for the adults.

The only nice thing for kids was a free toy raffle for kids 13 years and younger.

You or your family would sign you up for either a boy's or girl's toy.

Then you would have your name called and win a "cheap" toy.

I was hopeful for basketball or maybe a football.

So when my name was called I was really hopeful.

Well that was short lived.

To the joyfulness of the assembled members (around 100), the person running the raffle, held up my first toy that I had ever won!

Well everyone assembled was laughing at the new doll that was "given" to me.

I was humiliated and refused to leave my seat and collect it.

So true to form, I was ordered, by my father, to go get it. After all he could give it to some deserving girl.

Because after all I didn't deserve anything.

Not even support from my family.

So, I walked up and took possession of my new toy. Accompanied by the applause and laughter of the people I was forced to be around.

I looked the official right in her laughing face and dropped the instrument of their merriment in the garbage.

"Well what do you expect for passing yourself off as a kid?", was a fat bitches retort, as she laughed at me, while I was walking away.

I'm ten.

I left the building and spent the next three hours waiting for my family(?) to Finnish up their fun so that I could go home.

I had about 20 family members that where present, aunt's, uncle's, cousin's, my brother and sister, mom and dad.

None defended the 10 year old kid crying out in the rain.

 

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