Thursday, 4 December 2008

Childhood Friends: Feral Girl


Feral Girl lived down the street from us in a shabby house with a severely alcoholic father, a mother who no one ever saw and many, many siblings. Although she was a year older than me and in a different grade, I would often encounter her at the train tracks on the way to and from school. She was one mean, angry kid. I was scared of her. One day she tried to hit me with this crappy old baby doll she was carrying. Instead of fighting, I decided to compliment her doll and I pretended to admire it. This tactic completely threw her. She was deeply suspicious of my reaction, but she didn't try to hit me with the doll again. A light bulb came on! Over our next few encounters, I made a point of being friendly to her, ignoring her rudeness and hostility, trying (in essence) to tame her with kindness. She remained deeply suspicious of me for quite a while, but eventually we did genuinely become friends. We often walked to and from school together. I quite liked her. I hope her life turned out better than it began.

1 comment:

theduchessofh said...

Wow, this brings back memories.
My next door neighbour and best friend growing up terrorized me with a doll like this.
I was terrified of an ancient baby doll, with a cracked painted face; that was on a shelf in her basement. She would take me down there and show it to me. I would shriek and run from her house. I don't know why it scared me so much? I was adopted at 9 months old, and my mother told me I was always terrified of broken dolls.