A little story, part 1

Once upon a time there was a boy…

This boy was very different from other boys. He never made any friends because he moved schools so often. By the time this boy got to High School it was his 12^th school…

Being that way made it very hard for the boy to make any lasting friendships. The only friend he had through all those years was a Big Brother. Now, Big Brother wasn’t counting or anything, but he made sure that he reminded this boy that he was in fact one year, two weeks, two days, and one hour older than the boy.

It was safe to say that the boy loved his Big Brother more than anything else. He even loved him more than playing outside! There was seldom a day when you could find one without the other. They were connected at the hip wherever they went. And if you ever looked for them, all you needed to find them was to follow the sound of little boys laughing.

One day, when the boy way 12, his Big Brother had a birthday. When Big Brother ripped open his presents, there was one that captured his attention more than all the others. It was given to him by the Loving Parents, and they were so happy when the look on his face gave away his excitement over the gift.

A Baseball Card Collecting set.

That day a dark cloud came into the sky for the little boy. For that was the day that his Big Brother stopped playing with him. His Big Brother wanted no more games of fantasy and make-believe. He only wanted the real game of Baseball. But the boy was never invited to join in this game. This game belonged only to Big Brother.

Shortly there after Big Brother took all of his toys and treasures of his childhood and he gave them to the boy, thinking it would be nice for them not to go to waste. But the boy hardly played with them anymore, all the heart seemed to go out of him because he no longer had his only friend. The Loving Parents tried to console him, but he just became sad and resentful.

This is when the little boy learned what hate was. Baseball had stolen the only friend the boy had ever known, and the boy swore that he would hate Baseball forever.