Night before last I was laying in bed, after finally putting my book down some time between 2 and 3 am. I could not sleep, but I was giving it a good try, keeping my eyes closed and watching the white floaters move around in that black space behind my eyelids.
They looked like flying pigs to me then, but transformed themselves into the elephant from Horton Hears a Who. And somehow my thoughts went from Hoton Hears a Who, to the Goosebumps books I used to read. More specifically The Werewolf of Fever Swamp.
I was CRAZY about Goosebumps, and was trying to get them all. At that time it was a very popular series.
I had just bought this one, and had taken it to school with me. I made the mistake of leaving it unaccompanied by myself, and someone stole it. I never had any idea who, but it was a lesson to me. Never leave your stuff alone.
That ended up reminding me of another theft that happened to my stuff at school.
One year my dad had bought me an electronic dictionary. He knew I loved to write. He also knew I didn’t spell so well. And that electronic dictionary was easily the BEST gift I had gotten at that point.
Of course I took it to school with me.
Now, I was not a popular perosn in school. I was the opposite of popular. Everyone seemed to either hate me, make fun of me, or not even know I existed. But when they saw my new “toy” all of a sudden everyone started being nice to me! Starved for positive attention from people my own age, I ate it up.
I was (am) a little naive, so when one of my new “friends” asked to borrow the dictionary for their next class, I gave it to them.
Needless to say, I never saw it again. When I asked for it back they said, “Oh, I’m so sorry, but I lost it!” And, sans gizmo I was reverted to my hated/bullied/ignored status.
I think that was about the same time that I started feeling even more disconnected from other people. The lesson learned from that one is that people are only nice to you if they want something from you.
In the years since then I’ve had a lot of stuff stolen from me. $50 from a purse I left at someones house. Money stolen from my bedroom at home. Jewelry. A watch I bought for my husband (just my boyfriend at the time) for christmas one year (we go that one back). Even every single one of my high school yearbooks. But I think the one that I was hurt the most by was the loss of that electronic dictionary.