One time, we went shopping, mother and daughters. You can imagine the level of enthusiasm, especially when somebody else has to spend money and that too on you! The sibling got the pick of the evening and I must admit anything and everything would look good on her. And then when my turn came, I dithered as always and got extremely nervous. I was never sure. Then I saw that perfect outfit and wanted it. But the decision was made for me - a hideous pair of elephant pants with a funny blouse, which no pachyderm would condescend to wear! The salesman was truly getting paid for doing nothing. The family did all the selling and buying. I hated it even more when I saw the peculiar but very indulgent giggles the family emitted when they saw me in that monstrosity. For a long time after that I hated shopping.
When in school, anything unconnected with academics is a treat! And school picnics and birthday parties always featured as ultimate wonder. Many a time, I would come back with a party invitation card and would wait with bated breath for the nod to come from home authorities! Eventually I would surrender the breath as I would to their final sentence: "why do you want to go for these parties(or picnics); we will take you out". That bubble burst again and again. Small things, but they impact.
Like The Catcher In The Rye, Yea! Behold the Dart-Catcher!