Perverse Child – Part 3

The story of me, the carnival and the cowboy gun and holster –

Time: 1950 or thereabouts, I was 4 -ish

Place: Somewhere in the Bronx at a street carnival.

Action: A game of chance booth, the carnival version of roulette. My daddy lets me choose a number. I win. I ask for the cowboy gun and holster set. I get handed a doll. I have a temper tantrum – I want the gun and holster. I throw the doll on the ground and smash it. I demand the gun and holster. My daddy drags me away crying.

End of story.

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