Going Inside
“I’m going inside now”. These are the words, as a child, that I said when my parents called me in for dinner or the end of the day bedtime routine. Sometimes I said these words simply because I was mad at my playmate. I was tired of being called dumb, ugly or any of the harsh words that are often spoken in child’s play. I thought that if I went inside, I would not be bothered and would maybe find some reassurance in the shelter of my home. What I didn’t often plan on was the disturbance of any one of my six brothers. So if I wanted to go inside and not be bothered, I would go a little farther and head upstairs to “my room”. I was the only girl and my room was all my own. It was there that I could think about anything, I could play with dolls and draw pictures. I think my first drawing was of an egg plant. I fell in love with this vegetable/fruit because of it’s brilliant color. The picture I drew was magnificent but misunderstood by my mother because it was on the wal