Monday, March 17, 2008
A Doodles Tale
When I was in junior high school I used to doodle a lot. One day in the basement playroom my brother and I shared I doodled the story of a woman's life. I was fantisizing growing up and being on my own.
I drew her getting up, eating breakfast, taking a shower, heading out to work. Things like that. I left the drawings on my little desk in the playroom.
Several days later my mother had a talking to me. The boy down the street, a friend of my brother's, had pictures of a naked woman and he said I drew her. WHAT. No, I said. I didn't draw a naked woman. I drew a woman in the shower, just the outlines of her body with the shower curtain hiding most of her.
Everything was showing, my mother said.
We all know what happened, right? The boys saw the picture and embellished it. They of course didn't want to admit this so they said I drew the picture. Which was true, I just didn't draw the embellishments. Now it's funny. Then I was shamed and embarrassed.