FTSF -the Wakefield Doctrine- ” ‘You are old, Father William,’ the young man said,”*

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Friend of the Doctrine, Kristi invites you and me to participate in one of the coolest bloghops in the ‘sphere, the ‘Finish The Sentence Friday‘. The instructions are the simplest of all: there is, (each week), a sentence fragment provided and all we need do is complete the thought.

ya know?

This week’s Sentence in need of completing:

“When I was 11 years old…”

…I settled in for the struggle. The years approaching the embarkation point for the hormonal express, (bound for Adulthood and Maturity, ‘passengers not boarding voluntarily will be assisted to their seats… you are your own ticket‘), having had the vision of endless non-responsibility eroded by time and adults, was not necessarily a comfortable time. Having said that, discomfit is not always an irredeemable negative.

Fortunately, at the time, living those years from, say, seven years to eleven years old, my life was so full of new tasks, that I (as most of us) was spared an appreciation of the size and scope of the struggle ahead. The life(time) spent getting from seven to eleven was nearly full with the effort to learn how to apply the rules of the suddenly more social world. It was, at once, a world less protective and, yet more enticing, with the promise of independence and freedom. (Is there any more perfect illustration of the power/weakness that enthralled us all during childhood’s end than our total and complete lack of any sense of the price of the freedom from the chains of childhood dependency?) Probably the single largest hurdle to re-capturing what it was to be eleven years old lies in being in thrall of a promise unlimited improvement, (over our childhood lives).

Yet we all, at least those of us here today, negotiated that passage, the time of un-suspecting preparation for life.

I said it was a time of struggle. And it is famously said that, ‘history is written by the victor’; I would suggest that this applies today, to my effort to bring to the present a part of my life from so long ago. At great personal risk to my ever-fragile, virtual ego, I will say that the scars that I’ve acquired getting from there to here are beyond price (to me now). They are a touchstone that allows me (when I have the nerve or am prompted my someone as perceptive and persuasive as our host) to see out from the eyes of a young, (all-too-soon-‘not young’) boy and know that I did the best that I could. The proof of that, (to me, if no one else) is that I’m able to  … (wait for it)   … Finish Th(is) Sentence.




* obvious apologies to Lewis Carroll and them


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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one


  1. This was an excellent reflection. My memories of being that age so long ago are somewhat fuzzy, though like you I remember the ever increasing interest in acquiring more freedom promised with adolescence and then the magical goal of being “grown up”. If we only had known what we were in for, we surely would have planted our feet firmly and refused to mature. Come to think of it, I do know a few that haven’t matured much beyond those years emotionally! :-) But yes, all the learning, and all the failed experiments of life, have brought me here to this place, and I feel very content with that, although I wish at times I could have been a bit less strong-willed and learned lessons a little easier! And how did I go from 11 to 60 plus in what seems like sixty seconds??

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      really… it seems so near and so far away in time (depending on mood and all) (which is, of course a bit of a clue to the secret of the universe! lol)

  2. The ending is perfect! It’s so true too that discomfort isn’t always a negative thing. So glad you finished this sentence :)

  3. herheadache says:

    Some of us have matured from that age more than others. I like your take on the sentence fragment though. It really is, age eleven, a time of growing freedoms and lots going on for most of us, if we can pinpoint exactly what we were up to then.

  4. Lizzi says:


    One day I hope I’ll see things as victor.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      (in a way, we are…perhaps not in the ‘man, I need to change’ sense, more, ok… I keep pushing and enduring. we (clarks) are the victors writing the history, we just too often forget the nature (and character of our victories)