The Burden of Forgiveness
Good work from @CamSchwab starting to blog…
I wrote this in September 2000
When you are a kid, you don’t have much cause or reason to give your surname. Those who need to know it do, and a child’s life is such that they are rarely required to divulge this piece of information. You are simply Cameron, your mates are Davids, Craigs, Gregs, and generally there is more than one of each. Your whole identity is locked up in this single piece of information.
Mr Stratton, our Under 10 football coach at Essex Heights, used to write our given names up on the blackboard when selecting the teams. There was no need for surnames, even though there were names that appeared on the board more than once.
We had two Camerons in the team, but the coach did not have to explain which of us was playing where. The other Cameron was one of our better players, and was generally named in the centre, whereas this Cameron was more likely to find his name consigned to the back-pocket.
I would sometimes pretend to myself that it was me who was named in the centre, or the pivot as Mr Stratton used to call it. This was a carefree time, when ability was irrelevant when it came to ambition. Imagination meant everything.
The other Cameron was certainly one of the coach’s favourites. By mid year the other Cameron became Cam. I stayed Cameron for the rest of year.
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