My first home (as I remember it).
From the beginning, I was a daydreamer. Maybe because I spent so much time alone. I was clearly daydreaming in the womb, staring at some pretty placental pictures, when the doctor announced, “He doesn’t want to come out. I’ll have to use the forceps.” He eventually managed to pry me out, but then told my parents, “Well, hope he’s a good’n, because you won’t have another.”
So you see, it was my fault that I never had a sibling. From the start, my BFF was my imagination. I daydreamed incessantly (and still do). I’d lie upside down on the old armchair in our Garage and visit Upsidedownland, rappelling through the roof beams and flying through the rafters! Yes, thanks to Grandpa Teemley, I could fly.
I had other magical powers, as well. My tricycle made ice cream when I churned the pedals and chanted, “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.” Plus, I could transform my Red Flyer wagon into anything I wanted: an airplane, a boat, a locomotive.
I knew the neighbors watched in awe as I executed these amazing transformations. All except the Witch, the lady who’d had me arrested for turning myself into a Wild Indian. That happened so early on, I barely remembered it. Yet henceforth she forbade me, under threat of having me “taken away forever,” to walk on her side of the street. Result? The only time I was allowed to cross our street was when I passed the Witch’s house (Mom called her that too). In fact, my first two human friends Crazy Old Alice and Weird Eddie lived on TOSOTS, The Other Side of the Street (more on them later).
Unfortunately, the Witch also had powers. I found out when I was in Dreamland. Dreamland was my favorite place to visit. I could fly even better there than in Upsidedownlandand! But one night Dreamland seemed scarier and less magical. The Hallway was ominously dark and cold. Momandad’s room was dark and cold too–and empty, so I couldn’t run in and hide under the covers between them.
Suddenly, the Witch was there in the Hallway with me! Only now she was ten feet tall and all see-through-y like a ghost! I tried to fly, but her powers were greater than mine, and she stopped me! So I ran. But then I realized I was only running in place and that the Witch was getting nearer and nearer! Finally, she reached out and grabbed my shoulder with her hideously spindly fingers. They were the coldest thing I’d ever felt; I was sure they would turn me to ice! But they didn’t. They passed right through me.
She couldn’t hold me!
Then, in flash, Momandad were there. They could hold me! And they’d brought the light back with them.
And so, you see…
I was never really alone.
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