I was a weird kid. I mean really weird. I mentioned once that around 14 years old that I walked around my neighborhood naked at 2 am. There seemed to be something about me that liked to take it all off.
There was this book I read when I was 11 years. I don’t remember the title, but it was about this boy who is living off the land alone in a forest. He lives in a hollow tree. No, he wasn’t a Keebler elf. He covered the entrance to the tree with deerskin so people wouldn’t find him. I loved this book and I wanted to be this kid so I would go play in the woods behind our home. How did I play? You guessed it…I played totally naked in the woods. Sometimes I wouldn’t be naked, but would wear a loincloth I’d made from string and washcloths. Nowhere in the book does he do these things, but I guess that’s how I thought the book should read. Maybe at that age I already liked the idea of naked men frolicking in the forest. I’d guess the loin cloth is why the Indian Chief was my favorite of the Village People.
Another thing is I spent a lot of time in the bathroom. I mean A LOT. My mom must have thought I was the horniest kid on earth. Sure, I spent time in there doing what boys do in bathrooms, but that usually didn’t take long. Thank God we get older. The majority of my time there was because I was role playing as Captain James T. Kirk. I wanted to be in space and command my own starship so I would sit at the helm (the toilet) and role play for hours on end. I sometimes wonder if I did that because I realized at such a young age that William Shatner’s acting belonged in the toilet. I’d sit there and push imaginary buttons in front of me. Other times I wouldn’t imagine being on the Enterprise, but a ship I named the Saturn Six. (Those of you familiar with the old series “Lost In Space” will realize I wasn’t very original).
I never wanted to be a policeman, or a fireman. I never wanted to be an army man. Those fantasy’s were too simple and dull for me. Looking back I am certain that I needed fantasy as much as I could. It’s the same reason I drank and drugged later in life. I needed to get out of my head. I needed my brain to shut up. Few things could do that, but at least my fantasy’s could take me away a bit. 30 years later I can now look back and realize it was my bipolar that was talking. Not knowing what was going on, I just assumed I was a weird boy and had to accept it. It wasn’t always easy.