Until I was 13 years old I would often get Green Eggs and Ham for a birthday present. It stopped being funny around age 2. I can only imagine the little chuckle that would escape the giver’s lips when he/she would see the book in the book store, thinking it would be so tongue in cheek, such a… perfect gift. But when everyone thinks the same thing, imagine me opening up six copies of the same book (a children’s book) on my 12th birthday.
It’s a valid point, though. I mean, what would I have gotten myself for my birthday any of those years when originality kind of went out the window? I honestly don’t know. I was Sam, and I had absolutely no clue what I was really into, no idea what would have made me happy if you had handed it over while I was blowing out candles. Let me recall the elementary me. I liked:
- playing games of Hangman
- taking apart alarm clocks
- reading (a lot)
- trains, and train conductor hats
- sketching little caricatures of me that resembled stick figures
- playing with Legos every so often
- eating food (not cardboard. Real food. I swear)
- imagining the world as a different place
Oh, and I had no friends. The adults in my life were often fawning over what they called my “adult tendencies,” which to me meant I wasn’t a proper kid. No wonder I had no friends. But as much as the adults claimed to know me, they didn’t realize any of the above, because I was pretty much a shadow of my current self. I was often seen but not heard. I was Sam, but in name only.
I finally let anyone who would listen know shortly before the 13th anniversary of my birth that I would no longer accept copies of Dr. Seuss’s epic book, that I had actual interests, that the joke just wasn’t funny anymore. It hadn’t been funny for years, even when I was laughing all the while. I was apparently good at being fake, at making others think their joke was worthwhile, when they were really just wasting their money, AND I was always disappointed on what should have been my special day.
“Why didn’t you say something before?” my mother asked me, and I honestly had no answer for her. I guess I felt like eventually they would realize it wasn’t funny anymore, or they would get to know me better so they didn’t have to rely on the old standby. I guess I thought that after a while they would start trying to be serious, because that was my always my problem, being deadly serious. My idea of a smile back then was easing up the left side of my mouth, then letting it fall back into a straight line. Eyebrow to follow.
The book-as-gift was funny in a way they never intended, though. One positive of having so many copies of Green Eggs and Ham was that I knew it backwards and forwards. I found it hilarious when they would watch me open it and they would say “You do not like them, Sam I Am.” You know, because Sam was the little guy speaking, not the big dude who didn’t like the green eggs and the ham. So Sam DID like them, and me… not so much. I was more like the large dude who just won’t be convinced despite the rhyming bonanza going on in the background.
Of course the book was also a catalyst for me to break out of my shell. It was the push to avoid getting any more of those books that allowed me to first tell how I felt, after all that time, that helped me become the vocal person I am today. It also led to many more interesting birthdays in the interim between then and now. Up until my 13th birthday I didn’t truly know what I wanted or liked in life. That book forced me to think about it, to ruminate upon it, and to let others know.
On my 13th birthday I received a bicycle and a train set.
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Hmm, yeah 12 is a little old to still be getting Dr. Suess books as birthday presents. But did you *want* the bike and train set at 12? Were you home-schooled? Why no friends?
Yes, 12 is definitely a little old to still be getting Dr. Seuss books as birthday presents, even when they’re obviously “gag gifts.” What did you get at 12? I did want the train set, but only because I never got one when I was 8 and wanted it in the first place. The bike wasn’t my first choice, even at 13, but I made do with it.
I wasn’t home schooled, but most times it felt like I was just isolated from others. I went to an Adventist elementary school, but it was full of cliques and I didn’t quite fit in with any of them. Besides, I was the resident nerd, and that didn’t help me making any friends.
I’m glad you got a bicycle
And got a set of trains
After several birthdays
Of “Green Eggs and Ham” pains!
Interesting poem, Robbie. Thank you.
Thanks. It was a very interesting post!