Role

Chapter 1

Born to a people where the echos of childish laughter is quickly
put to rest by the "Mature" mind set, I was.

The early years were spent as any young person would, in an
attempt to enjoy the company and activities of the time.

Small wooden tops were among the favored toys at the time. I had
three, each decorated by my own hand.

Originally, they were all gifted to me, parents, grand parents,
and from my aunt who lived several hours from town.

My friends and I would play for hours on end, each attempting to
gain the "Record" for the longest spin. I seldom lost.

These were the days of being care free, enjoying life in all it's
marvel and simplicity as only a child truly can.

We shared no malice nor remorse, our squabbles quickly rendered
to resolution. All of us were friends.

After the first twelve or so years of our lives, it is expected
that we begin to ply the craft of our parents and forefathers.

The plight that struck this day began as any other, it stands as
reminder to never lie to one's self.