Memoirs of a Nobody by Jane Doe Chapter 2
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I was neither my parents first child nor their first daughter as I had been preceded by an older sister. So I grabbed the next best choice and convinced myself it was even better to be the baby of the family. I lived with this fantasy for only a few years before I found myself removed from my spot of honor by another sister and then a brother. Since there were then four of us and not three, I didn’t even get the spot of ‘middle child’ that psychologists talk so much about. Now that I look back, I find it hard to understand what took me so long to discover that I was a nobody, with every circumstance of my very being shouting the fact.
I grew up in a small town of no importance. It didn’t even rate a dot on the map, let alone a listing. When most towns in the area were progressively growing, my home town was regressing. Whether this movement became fact before or after I moved there, I can’t say. And to risk further damage to my ego, I prefer not to find out.
My town was one of the first in the area to have an indoor swimming pool in the school. For a brief moment I thought things were looking up. But, as I said, the moment was brief. The school was built on a patch of quick sand and the pool disappeared. So much for that.
My life as a baby nobody was actually quite similar to that of any other baby, except perhaps, I slept more. I took my first steps when no one was looking and spoke my first words when in a room alone. I do recall one special occasion when I was chosen to draw the winning number out of a barrel at the County Fair. The Master of Ceremonies mispronounced my name and no one knew it was me. Not only was I destined to become a nobody, but an incognito one as well.