Rocket123 wrote:
It was raining yesterday. When I pulled out my umbrella, I had flash backs to a time when I was much younger.
If I recall correctly, I received my first umbrella when I was about 4 years old. I loved umbrellas. I liked how they were designed. I liked how they could keep me dry. I found them quite practical. I used to carry my umbrella to school and use it on rainy days.
As I grew older, it became “un cool” to carry and use an umbrella. Other kids may have used the term “sissy” or whatever to describe someone who used an umbrella. I remember thinking about it. First, I liked using an umbrella. Second, it made sense to use an umbrella (as I hated getting wet). Third, the kids who didn’t use umbrellas were idiots. I wasn’t going to get wet just to be cool. That didn’t make sense.
So I used my umbrella. I remember walking to and from school, with my umbrella. Though it felt quite awkward. As I was quite noticeable. I was the only kid with an umbrella. And I hated standing out. At the same time, I wasn’t going to conform. Because that would be giving in.
Interestingly, this was one of the reasons, when I was young, I so much looked forward to becoming an adult. As, from the perspective of a child, adults did not do stupid things simply to conform.
I realize this thread is almost two years old but this post described my school life too well to not comment. Umbrellas are awesome and as a child (and adult) I refused to give in so I would ignore how I stood out in favour of being more comfortable and really, the opinion of others never really meant much to mee
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