A Make Believe World
By Travis E. Breeding
Published by Travis Breeding at Smashwords
Copyright 2013 Travis Breeding
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A Make-Believe World
As I continued to get older and go through school the social stuff would become more difficult. It seemed like kids were becoming more and more advanced, learning more skills, and leaving me behind. If it had not been for a coping mechanism that I picked up from my special interest that developed from my ability to escape into imagination and create a make believe world, I don’t think I would have made it through school. School was difficult, painful, and emotionally draining. Thankfully I had the trombone to keep me going.
As I entered my freshman year I realized that I had no friends. I started band camp that year desperately wanting to make some new acquaintances. I was hoping high school would be a little different than middle school and that maybe it would be easier to develop these friendships that I had longed for. But I would find out that wasn’t the case. By the time Christmas came my freshman year I had been rejected over and over again and just wanted to leave high school. I never really talked to anyone much about the way I was feeling. I held it in because I didn’t think other people would understand and I was afraid they would think I was weird.
I found a friend in my trombone. When I signed up for band in the sixth grade I had no idea that I would end up being in band for so long or using it as a possible major in college and becoming a professional. This is something that happened due to my special interest and the make believe world developing in my mind.
While other kids were out hanging out on Friday and Saturday nights, I was at home practicing a solo or playing a lick from a piece of music. I wanted to be good at the trombone and I always was motivated to be the best. I wanted to be section leader and I practiced a lot to ensure that was always the case. I think I wanted to be good at band so desperately because I hadn’t felt a lot of accomplishment in other areas of my life. This ability to play music and be the best at it gave me a sense of accomplishment and it was a distraction from the reality of the real world where social rejection was a constant. It was a coping mechanism that took away some of the pain.