My Boo Radley

I cannot relate anything easily to Boo Radley, but I will try my best.

I can think of only one thing that scared me at one time beyond belief when I was young. That thing was moving. The idea of going from one place to another and leaving all my acquaintances behind, never for me to see them again was a bit frightening. I admit it staggered the imagination the first time I did so. Then it happened, and it was over, leaving me in a new environment with a new school.

I spent a lengthy amount of time interacting with few. I knew nobody, had nowhere to go, and a closet full of legos. What was a boy to do? After it was over, the process happened again, and I was thrust into a new place. That time it was different. There actually were kids my age in my neighborhood, I could spend more time outside, and I had gotten a scooter. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

A bit later, the date arrived and again I packed up and left, spending about a month in a stuffy hotel room. I arrived at my new location and settled into my new surroundings. However, unlike the other times there was no fear. I had faced something head on a few times before, and this time I did not fear it. Instead I embraced the idea. I would get a new place, a new chance, a new cycle, and it would be fun.

This was my Boo Radley. Something scared me. I faced it. I discovered it wasn’t that bad, and now I have nothing to fear in the future.

-Me