In high school, I played Charlotte in Charlotte’s Web.
I didn’t like spiders at all, they gave me the heeby-jeebies.
Still, I was grateful for the role.
It was small, simple, a kid’s play.
An hours worth of short scenes retelling a beloved children’s story.
That being said, something magical happened.
It was magical in the way that you don’t realize it happened until you look back on it.
I was a scared 17-year-old, trying to navigate the slippery slope of adolescents.
Holding on to my childhood as the sands of times drained in my hourglass.
And here I am playing a stupid spider that dies.
But there was something in the way the kids rushed up to me after the show.
Something in the way that I bowed alongside my humble pig.
Something in the way I could feel my onstage demise caused tears to fall.
I felt important.
And you can get your goosey bottom that I will never kill another spider again.