Tony is a funny kid, and by that I mean he's strange. He's one of the seven year olds. He slips under your radar at first, but if you look closely, you'll notice that he's always there, being super weird. One day, everyone drew pictures of what they wanted to be when they grow up. Nearly all the boys want to be police officers (Danny wants to be a doctor, and Kevin wants to be an actor), and all the girls want to be either a figure skater, or a ballet dancer. Some want to be both. So what about Tony? Tony wants to be a person. Nothing more or less.
Instead of drawing a lovely, childish picture, bubbling over with innocence and aspiration, Tony drew a disturbingly bleak black and white picture of himself, alone in a room. In the corner is a small chair, which he later tried to erase, but the imprint remains. Underneath him is a mess of squiggly lines. Do they represent confusion? Thwarted dreams? The angst and doubt embedded in every young man's soul? I don't know.
When questioned, Tony had this to say: "Monsterrr!!" And then he started making robot moves, as he so often does.
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