I came across a photo yesterday of me when I was 10 years old. it comes with a story that I may have posted on the prior SOC I don't remember. If you've "heard that song before" please don't continue. it's on my mind and I have a need to tell it.
It starts by my parents taking me to a professional photographer in Manhattan. Photos were taken of me from a swimsuit to a dress suit. I hated it. I wondered why my brother didn't have to be put through this why me?
Sometime past and one Sunday morning while I was sleeping my mother came over and gave me a big excited hug. She kept repeating "you won, you won." she was holding a copy of the New York Daily Mirror Sunday magazine section it was open to a page that she put in front of me that I looked at with bleary eyes. I could see one of my photo's, taking by that professional photographer on the page. I sat up, my mom and dad were standing over me with a happiness I never saw before. They explained to me that I was one of the winners of the New York Mirror Newspaper Charming Child Contest. I could see a stack of newspapers on a nearby table. my father had gone out and purchased about 20 copies.
This was something I knew nothing about and was confused about what I was looking at. I started realizing what was going on, I think I surprised them because I said something like "why'd you do this?" all I can think about was my friends were going to have a field day with this. I wasn't happy. I was always on the shy side and didn't like bringing attention to myself. besides having my photo in the paper I did win $25. My parents took a photostat (I think that's what it's called) of the check, framed it and hung it on the wall.
I bought a new baseball glove and bat with the money.
Short time later my father took me back to Manhattan to meet Candy Jones. She was in charge of a large modeling agency and she held interviews with the winners. I was in the running for the number one spot in the Charming Child Contest.
My interview went terrible first I was shy second the irony is my father wanted me to be a ball player, and girls were not good for you, if you want to be a ball player.
I answered her questions with a weak voice feeling intimidated. the questions about baseball were easy, however when she asked "do you like girls?", it was an immediate and strong "no."
I remember overhearing my father telling my mother basically that I blew the interview that I was high on the list to win, but because I was shy and not outgoing enough, it's not what they're looking for.
I was glad I didn't win, at that age all I wanted to be was a center fielder for the Brooklyn Dodgers, just like thousands of other kids that lives in Brooklyn.
January 24,1954
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