The Hat That Changed Everything

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
The story of a young boy and the hat he had found along with his two best friends. A hat that had affected him in more ways than he ever thought a hat could.

This is slightly a true story, but it's been adapted slightly be more dramatic. This is actually where my username originates from, but It's much less dramatic as I've made it out to be.
-TheHat

Submitted: May 30, 2016

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I can still remember the days that've already passed, the days that occured almost 7 years ago. It somehow manages to stay so fresh, to stay so prevalent within my mind, despite it happening when I was only in Grade 3. I recall the events of that day, the fact that the students in the older grades were once again participating in their despicable acts. I had got home in tears, with my shirt sleeve ripped and myself covered in dirt. I still remember my parent's worried and concerned faces as they cleaned the small cuts on my arm. And of course I could never forget their distressed voices as they asked me what happened that day and how I was feeling.

After that I had gone outside, almost completely forgetting about the bandages on my arms and the tear stains on my face. The moment I had saw my best friends and neighbours I felt tremendously better, like the pain was suddenly alleviated. We would always adventure around our neighbour and go on wild scavanges for anything interesting, and that day was no different. Normally we'd find almost nothing, save for a few coins here or there. Occasionally we'd see an old cabinet or table with a sign saying 'Free, Please Take!' or something else of the sort. However that day we found something else, something peculiar. A black top hat, brandishing a royal blue ribbon. It had multiple feathers sticking out from the back in the same colour as the ribbon. It was a bit dirty and torn here or there, but overall it was in surprisingly good condition.

My friends and I used it multiple times in the days to come whether it was because we used it for games or if we dressed each other up ridculously with it. There was just something about that hat that's just so entertaining, something that's just so captivating. I wore it to school one day which my friends seemed to enjoy, although the people in higher grades didn't seem to. They tried to irritate me by stealing the cap off of my head and raising it into the air where my short, stubby arms couldn't reach. 

The thing about this hat is the fact it made my life better. In the following days, a teacher had caught them in the act of stealing my hat. That day they took my hat once again but by that point I had already adapted that to be part of my routine. I could tell they were irked by my lack of a response, leading to them shoving me to the ground. This time though, this time a teacher had caught them in the act. This was the fourth time they were caught. They were given detention and they never really bothered me again afterwards. 

This hat had stopped the bullying and the boredom. It's been with me for many, many years. No wonder I've become such a hat person, considering a hat of all things was a such a significant part of my life.


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