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My Little Broken Marble;Short Story for Kids

Updated on June 11, 2016
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Bachelor's degree in English. Middle school language arts teacher with over 15 years experience with a specialty in reading.

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My Little Broken Marble-a story for little ones

A little boy was playing with others, like his age, a game of marbles. The game consisted of drawing a circle upon the soft ground.

All the kids tried to toss one marble at a time into the circle, while others tried to knock each other’s marbles out of the circle with the remaining marbles left in this circle deciding who would win by having the closest one to the center.

The little boy had many marbles in his pouch; some were big, some were small, some very colorful and yet others not so.

Among these marbles there was a tiny one that had a chip and would thus not roll very far no matter where it was thrown. All the other marbles laughed at it. “Why are you even here, you are small and with that chip you are no good. You are worthless and broken.” They loved teasing the little one so.

The little marble endured their constant criticism and paid no attention to them. After all, it was just happy to come out of the pouch once in a while and treasured the few seconds that it was comforted in the little boy’s hands and loved even more the moment it hit the soft ground for it would hardly roll but it still felt good anyway.

The other boys hated when our little one took his little chipped marble and threw it in the circle for it would not roll. The other marbles became jealous of how often our little chipped friend was thrown into the game for it would not roll. “Why does our boy throw you so much, after all you don’t roll,” they teased about it. " You are disabled and are no good for anything. " They added.

“You are no good as your chip does not let you roll like us. We are perfect and we roll great distances with the slightest of effort. You on the other hand do not roll”, on and on they went.

One particular lovely afternoon, as lovely afternoons go, the little boy once again took his tiny chipped marble and once again threw it into the circle and it did not roll.

The other marbles were infuriated for they no longer were our little boy’s favorites. He did not take them out of the pouch that often. They were consumed by hate for our little chipped friend and did not understand why it kept being thrown and thrown and thrown.

At once the other boys loudly lamented, for the little one had won yet another game. His chipped disabled friendly little marble had not rolled but it had instead hit other marbles thus kicking them out of the circle and because it did not roll had stayed in the center just like it was meant.

The little boy took the chipped one and kissed it while telling it, like little boys do, how much he loved that it did not roll. “You do not roll, and because you do not roll you always stay where I throw you".

"The other kids use marbles that roll and always roll too far never staying near the center. I love you my little chipped marble. I shall always keep you with me since because of you I always win! You are special and for that I love you. We are one of a kind!”

As the little boy hobbled back to his home one could not help but wonder why he would hobble so. However, he would walk for miles and never complained for he was just happy to be able to walk at all and off course play with his marbles, especially his little chipped one.

Not until you saw him closer did you realize that he had a large “chip” on one leg making it shorter than the other. Kind of reminds you of the little broken marble, doesn't it?

Having a disability does not mean that one is not good for anything; it just means that one is good for some other things. They are special in their own little chipped way, special when they need to be!

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      Jane Holmes 4 years ago

      A great story! Do children even play marbles these days? I do recall losing to all the boys at recess. I never could hold on to any marbles! A good hub, as always!

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      breakfastpop 4 years ago

      You have written a beautiful and very powerful hub. I am going to share this with my followers on HubPages, FaceBook and Pin It. Bravo! Up and beautiful, interesting, and awesome.

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      Luis E Gonzalez 4 years ago from Miami, Florida

      Jane Holmes and breakfastpop: Thank you both very much!

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      Linda Rogers 4 years ago from Minnesota

      What a heart-warming story. Thanks so much for sharing this beautiful story with us.

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      Luis E Gonzalez 4 years ago from Miami, Florida

      Minnetonka Twin: thank you very much

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      Jacq Vick 4 years ago from Colorado

      This is beautiful. Even though a child may be disabled it does not mean they cannot do things. I'm going to read this to my little cousins later. Really, well done.

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      Luis E Gonzalez 4 years ago from Miami, Florida

      Fred2gen: Thank you

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