Reaching for the door

"Come on ... play with me", was the call. I got pulled into a game of wrestling and fighting and keeping the "creature me" in his cage, not letting me escape. It was at this time that I realized that I would never really obtain the identity of 'person', but still 'living toy'. I should be stored in the toy room -- being reduced to the limitations consistent with a non-person ... you are to play what we want ... you will not get tired, sleepy or weary of the game. Unlike battery-toys, you keep going.

It's better this, than absence of playing. I rarely get to play with the kids at school -- as it would reduce my capacity as an authority figure (sadly a necessity).