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I WANT DO-OVERS
By Persephone
The older of the two women, Jamie Leigh, stood on the playground of her
old grade school. Next to her was her daughter Jennifer Lynn, a younger
version of herself. Both were very attractive women.
"It looks really good, Mom. Does it look like it did when you went to
school here?" Jenny said.
"Yes, it looks exactly the same. It brings back many, many memories."
Jamie Leigh answered.
"I don't think I'll ever understand why this project was so important
to you. It seems like there is more to it than any of your other
project or it just being your first school. I can see it in your face
and feel it in your emotions but whatever it is I'm at a loss to figure
it out and you don't seem to want to talk about it."
"It's a long and complicated story, Jenny and I'm not sure that I
entirely understand it myself. You might say that this is the place
where my life really had its start. I grew to love this old school.
That's why I worked so hard to preserve it and see that it was
remodeled and modernized rather than left abandoned to rot like the
school board wanted to do. Maybe someday I'll tell you the whole story
but for now let's just say that I wanted my grand daughter to
experience going to school here just like you and I did. Someday I hope
that your grandchildren will also go to school here."
"Give it some time, Mom. I'm the mother of a five year old and I want
to take my time getting to grandmotherhood. This is little Jamie
Leigh's first day. Right now I think it's nice that Jamie Leigh, the
granddaughter of the Jamie Leigh that worked so hard to save this old
building is in the first class to go through the newly remodeled Jamie
Leigh Wilkins Grade School."
It was then that a small girl came running up with a big smile on her
face. It was a beautiful little face and it was easy to see the
potential of it becoming as beautiful as those of the two older women
standing there.
"Mommy, Nana, you're here." She shouted in delight. "Mommy, you have
see what I did today. The teacher said I did really good."
"The teacher said you did really well, Jamie." Her mother corrected.
"Oh. Did she already tell to you?" Jamie returned looking a little
disappointed.
"No, Dear. I was just... Never mind. Let's go see what you did." Jenny
said as she shrugged her shoulders and smiled at her mother.
"Kay. Come on." Jamie said all smiles as she grabbed her mother's hand
and excitedly pulled her towards the school leaving her Nana standing
alone on the playground.
Jamie Leigh, Nana, wandered around deeply absorbed in thoughts about
her time spent on this very playground and her wonderful life after she
graduated from grade school. She thought about high school, college,
her husband and raising three children. She remembered her election to
mayor and her time spent to preserve the small town she loved so much.
As she arrived at the hopscotch area she stopped and stood at the foot
of the game and smiled. It was fifty years ago on this very day that it
all happened. The day her life changed, or was it the day her life
began? A slight smile showed at the corners of her mouth as her mind
slipped back...
Jim, James Lee Wilkins, a fifty-five year old man was unhappy with his
life, very unhappy. He had never married, was in a dead end job, and
just didn't fit into any type of group or crowd. He lived in an older,
very small apartment with second hand furniture he had picked up over
the years. Jim had no hobbies or interests unless you count watching TV
alone in the privacy of his apartment. He didn't have any fraternal
affiliations and was barely on a nodding acquaintance with one of his
neighbors. All in all, Jim was a good candidate for suicide if he had
been able to muster up the courage and despair both at the same time.
Jim was sitting in his small living room watching a movie on TV. The
main character had just made a trip back to his childhood home and was
enjoying meeting old friends and seeing the places where he grew up. It
suddenly occurred to him that it sure would be nice to go back home and
see some of the people that he grew up with and visit the house where
he grew up. He decided to ask his boss the next day for some of his
vacation time and he started to mentally plan his trip. He thought
about all the places to see and what he would do when he got there.
Unfortunately, Jim was so deeply absorbed in his plans that he missed
the end of the movie where the main character had to admit to the truth
of the old saying, "You can never go home again." Jim daydreamed and
planned through the disappointment and the let downs suffered by the
main character and missed the point being made in the movie. Of course,
like most movies, this one had a happy ending when the guy met a girl
in the bus station as he was leaving his old hometown but that's
Hollywood.
The next day Jim asked his boss for two weeks of his vacation time
which was readily given. In thirty-three years on the job Jim had never
asked for vacation time before and they were happy that he was finally
going to take some time off. There were a lot of questions but Jim just
mumbled that he was going home for a visit and went back to his
cubicle. It was the gossip of the week at the office. No one could
believe he was actually going to take some time off. There was even
talk about bets as to whether he would really not be there the
following Monday.
Jim spent the rest of the week planning his trip. He made reservations
at a motel in his old hometown, bought bus tickets, arranged for a
rental car and packed his bags. He also made a list of all the places
that he was going to visit while he was there like the house where he
grew up, his old high school and grade school, the movie theater where
he spent his Saturday afternoons and the drug store where he went after
the movies for a soda, candy bar and the latest issues of Superman
comic books. Jim was so busy with all this unusual activity that the
rest of that week just flew by and suddenly it was Friday.
When Jim arrived home from work he quickly showered and dressed, called
a cab, grabbed his suitcase and went out front to wait for the cab. The
ride to the bus station was uneventful as was most of the trip to his
old hometown. It wasn't until he started to notice somewhat familiar
landscape out the bus windows that he started to get anxious.
His rental car was waiting for him at the bus depot and he drove
directly to the motel to check in and get a good nights rest. Jim
showered for the second time that day. The ride on the bus with all the
other people in close confines had made him feel uncomfortable and he
needed to wash off the road trip before he went to bed. He watched a
little TV and then went to bed with thoughts about all the old hangouts
he would see the next day.
As he drifted off to sleep he wondered if he would run into any of his
old acquaintances. He couldn't think of them as friends but they
weren't enemies either. Jim was, for the most part, a non-entity during
his school days but he did know a lot of his fellow students and they
knew him. It was just like at work. Almost everyone knew him and he
knew them. He just didn't associate with them at work any more than the
job required and never outside of work.
The next morning, with his mind full of anticipation, he dressed and
headed to the local diner for breakfast. He remembered the Lone Pine
Diner from his childhood when his parents used to go there for a
'special treat' to have a dinner out. Unfortunately, when he got there
all he found was a strip mall of factory outlet stores. He pulled into
the parking lot and drove around slowly trying to verify that he was in
the right place. Then he saw the sign for the Mall. It said it was the
"Lone Pine Factory Outlet Mall" and he knew it was the right place.
Jim thought to himself, 'Oh well, I guess that's progress.' and left to
find someplace else to eat.
The first place he was able to find was a McDonalds, so he dined on an
Egg McMuffin and a cup of coffee for breakfast and headed out to find
his family home. Jim was to be disappointed again.
Jim drove down roads with familiar names but with a vastly different
landscape than his memories. When Jim arrived at his destination his
house was gone and replaced with a condominium. Not only was his house
gone but the fields that used to surround it were filled with clone
condominiums. It was an ugly sight to see and he felt something begin
to well up in his chest.
He left the rows of condos behind and decided to go to his old high
school. After all, how much could that have changed? Schools were built
to be around for decades, right? And it was brand new when he went
there. His was only the fourth class to graduate from it. So it had to
still be the same, right? Wrong!
What Jim found was a building twice or three times the size of his old
school. He could still see parts of the old building but it had been
added to many times and the athletic field where he had gym classes was
now filled with trailers that they were using for classrooms. He cursed
under his breath and sped out of the parking lot and back onto the main
road.
The rest of the morning and most of the afternoon went the same way.
The movie theater was closed down. The drug store was now a porn shop.
The hardware store where his father worked was gone as was the rest of
the block and was replaced by a Wall Mart. The supermarket where he had
his first job after school was a discount furniture outlet. The butcher
shop, the bakery, the green grocer were all gone. Every thing that he
remembered about home was gone and it was definitely not what he
considered progress.
The last place that Jim wanted to see before heading back to his hotel
was his grade school. He made the drive with trepidation fearing what
he would find given his complete lack of success thus far.
When he arrived he was not disappointed or would that be he was
disappointed. As he pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car
he found a building in complete disrepair. Most of the windows were
boarded up with sheets of plywood and the ones that weren't were broken
out. The grass around the building was knee high and there was garbage
dumped all over the grounds.
Jim wandered around back to the playground where he had spent many
happy hours during recess. What he found was more litter and overgrown
grass. The asphalt playground was cracked the jungle gym had been
removed leaving only short cut off pipes sticking out of the asphalt.
The swing set was still there but the swings and chains had also been
removed. As he walked the area he noticed the faded lines of the
hopscotch area on the pavement and wandered over to stand at the foot
of the game board. He remembered playing the game with the other kids
during recess.
Jim could feel the bile moving up into his throat and the burning
feeling in his eyes. As he looked around some words from his childhood
came thundering back into his mind and he yelled out in sadness and
frustration, "I WANT DO-OVERS!"
Suddenly the very air seemed to shift and swirl around him and he heard
a voice calling out to him, "What-sa-matter, Jim? Things not the way
you thought they would be?" A rather childish voice said with that
taunting whine that children use.
Jim spun around and looked everywhere. There was no one to be seen.
"Who said that? Where are you? How do you know my name?" He shouted.
"That's for me to know and you to find out." Came back the same voice.
"Come out where I can see you. I don't like talking to you like this."
Jim said.
"You gotta come and find me and if I make it to the swings and yell
Olly, Olly Oxen Free before you tag me I'm Home-Free." Came back the
voice.
Jim's frustration was beginning to show. He wasn't used to dealing with
kids. "Look, just get out here right now! Don't make me come looking
for you."
Aw gee, Jim. Don'tcha wanna play Hide n Seek? Okay, how about King of
the Hill? First one to the top of the jungle gym wins.
"Ha!" Jim yelled. "The jungle gym is gone. There's nothing left.
Nothing! My whole childhood is gone like it never happened. There's
nothing left of my life here. It's almost like it never was. I wish I'd
never come back. I hate the way this place is now. I hate the way my
life is."
"I'm sorry, Jim." The voice came back. "I shouldn't have teased you
like that. I just can't help it sometimes. I guess you're right so I'll
let you have the 'Do-Overs' that you asked for. Maybe you'll do better
this time. Close you're eyes and count to a hundred."
"Knock it off and just get out here where I can see you! I'm tired of
your games!"
"Oh, okay. Fine! I'll close my eyes and count to three. One, Two,
Three! Ready or not here I come."
Jim spun around again looking for the annoying child that had been
taunting him when he was suddenly blindsided by something that ran into
him full tilt. Everything went momentarily out of focus and he saw
blackness accentuated by small bright blips of light and then things
started to come back again and there was a small girl standing right in
front of him smiling.
"You're no fun." She said. "You didn't even try to find me. I was able
to run right up and tag you without you even seeing me."
Jim just continued to stare at the girl. Something was wrong. He was
looking straight at her, eye-to-eye. It was like he was standing in a
hole or was on his knees. He looked down and saw a small body wearing a
white blouse, a short red plaid kilt type skirt, short white socks with
lacy tops and black patent leather shoes with a little strap and small
buckle. Long blonde hair fell across his face.
"What have you done to me!" Jim shouted in a little girl's voice as he
swept the long hair aside. "Change me back right now!" He screamed as
he repeatedly stamped his little foot on the pavement and struck his
hips with closed fists making the small skirt he was wearing fly up a
bit.
"Can't do that. Once you get do-overs you gotta do it over. That's the
rules." The small girl answered him.
"But... but... but look at me! I'm small. I'm a kid! Shit! I'm a fuckin
little girl!" Jim yelled.
"Oooooo. You better be careful. If one of the teachers hears you
talking like that you'll be in reeeeally big trouble. I don't think
I'll play with you anymore cuz I might get in trouble too." The girl
said to Jim while shaking her finger at him.
"No! Please, please don't go. I want to talk to you. I need to know
what you did to me. What's going to happen to me now?" Jim pleaded.
"Wellllll, I guess. As long as you don't shout or say any bad words
anymore. If you do I'll leave. Kay?"
Jim calmed down and softly said, "Okay. I'm sorry."
The little girl smiled and took Jim's small hand in hers and said,
"Okay. Now look around you. What do you see?" She said as she turned
Jim around.
For the first time since all the strangeness started, Jim took a slow
look around as she held his hand and walked around him as he turned.
"There are kids playing out here now. The school, it's just like it was
when I was a kid and so is the playground. But how?"
"It's simple." She said smiling at Jim. "You asked for do-overs and you
got them. Now you gotta start all over again."
"But I'm a girl. I was never a girl before. How come I'm a girl now?"
Jim whined.
"Well, when you get do-overs you get to do everything again, right?"
she asked rhetorically. "The first time you did your life as a boy and
it didn't work out too well. Soooo, when you do something again that
you messed up the first time you do it differently, right? And that's
why you're a girl. Now you get to do it over again." She nodded her
head for emphasis and smiled at Jim.
"But I don't want to be a girl. I liked being a boy. I know how to be a
boy. I don't know how to be a girl. Make me a boy and let me do it all
over again."
"No can do. That would be against the rules. They say you have to do it
differently and that wouldn't be any different. See?"
"Oh." Jim said with a downcast look on his face. "Can't you just make
me myself again? I don't think I want do-overs anymore."
"No can do that either. It's the rules. Once you ask for do-overs and
get them the first time never happened. You have to do it over or you
lose and you really don't want that, do you?"
The way she said that it sounded ominous to Jim and somehow he knew
that losing was not an option he wanted to take. "So I suppose you're
going to erase my memory like they do in the movies and I won't
remember anything of my past, right?"
"Of course not silly. Why would that happen? When you get do-overs what
good would it be if you couldn't remember how you messed up the first
time? That wouldn't be fair. You would just mess up again and be right
back here asking for do-overs again."
"I suppose. But I'm scared."
"That's because the first time you didn't know you could mess up so you
weren't scared. Now you know you messed things up the first time you
did it and it scares you to have to try again." She said with a slight
bit of frustration in her voice. Jim could sense the unspoken, 'Duhhh.'
in her tone.
"So what do I do now? Where do I go? How am I going to live like this?"
He said as he waved his arms up and down fluffing his skirt and
indicating his new self.
"Okay, now listen to this very carefully because class is going to
start again really soon. This is do-overs. You are five years old. It
is now 1954 again and you are in kindergarten. Everything is just like
it was when you were five years old except you are now Jamie Leigh
Wilkins instead of James Lee Wilkins. You live where you lived before.
You have the same parents and the same teacher. The rest of the kids
are all the same. Everything is the same."
She was interrupted by the familiar sound of the school bell indicating
that recess was over and it was time to return to the classroom.
Startled, Jim, now Jamie Leigh, turned to look at all the children
heading for the school doors. When he turned back the little girl was
gone and somehow he knew that he wouldn't be seeing her again. Jamie
Leigh shrugged her small shoulders and headed into the school with all
the rest of the kids. Maybe it would be better this time. Do-overs
might not really be so bad.
I Want Do-Overs (c) 2/9/2004, Persephone
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