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What do you see? The girl's feet weren't touching the ground. But she wasn't jumping-she seemed to be floating in the air. My jaw fell open. Only she couldn't control herself too well, so sometimes we had to tie a rope around her to keep her from floating away! I tried to arm-wrestle him once and he just about tore my hand off!
It was the back of somebody's head, with a face painted on it. I stared at the last photo as Grandpa Portman explained. One in the front and one in the back. That's why he got so big and fat! It was for a circus show. But I'm telling you, he had two mouths. You don't believe me? What reason would he have to lie?
And I really did believe him-for a few years, at least-though mostly because I wanted to, like other kids my age wanted to believe in Santa Claus. We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing them becomes too high, which for me was the day in second grade when Robbie Jensen pantsed me at lunch in front of a table of girls and announced that I believed in fairies.
It was just deserts, I suppose, for repeating my grandfather's stories at school but in those humiliating seconds I foresaw the moniker "fairy boy" trailing me for years and, rightly or not, I resented him for it. Grandpa Portman picked me up from school that afternoon, as he often did when both my parents were working.
I climbed into the passenger seat of his old Pontiac and declared that I didn't believe in his fairy stories anymore.
The stories. About the kids and the monsters.
I expected him to get mad or put up a fight, but instead he just said, "Okay," and threw the Pontiac into drive. With a stab of his foot on the accelerator we lurched away from the curb. And that was the end of it.
I guess he'd seen it coming-I had to grow out of them eventually-but he dropped the whole thing so quickly it left me feeling like I'd been lied to. I couldn't understand why he'd made up all that stuff, tricked me into believing that extraordinary things were possible when they weren't. It wasn't until a few years later that my dad explained it to me: Grandpa had told him some of the same stories when he was a kid, and they weren't lies, exactly, but exaggerated versions of the truth-because the story of Grandpa Portman's childhood wasn't a fairy tale at all.
It was a horror story.
My grandfather was the only member of his family to escape Poland before the Second World War broke out. He was twelve years old when his parents sent him into the arms of strangers, putting their youngest son on a train to Britain with nothing more than a suitcase and the clothes on his back. It was a one-way ticket. He never saw his mother or father again, or his older brothers, his cousins, his aunts and uncles.
Each one would be dead before his sixteenth birthday, killed by the monsters he had so narrowly escaped. No Downloads. Views Total views.
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