WHILE YOU WERE AWAY – A play by the Fall 2015 Documentary Theatre Class (RCHUM 334)
Scene #9: “I’ve Never Gone Back” written by Nicole Bocchi
I used to play soccer as a kid. But let me tell you, I was horrible at it. I loved it but I was the kid that
received the “participation” award, which was basically the “you’re a good teammate but you can’t
play even if you tried.” But after every soccer game, my Uncle Dave would take me to this one ice
It was the same place every time and I absolutely loved it. It was probably one of my most favorite
memories as a kid. I remember the name across the top read “Maggie’s Ice Cream” in big green
letters. But the “I” was shaped like an animated ice cream cone. It looked almost as if it came out of
an animated Pixar movie with these huge eyes and his hands on his hips. The place was so colorful,
I remember walking in and feeling like I was in Candy Land. You’ve played that board game before
Well anyway, it was our tradition just him and me. Nobody else was even allowed to come. As soon
as he pulled into the parking lot, I practically raced him to the front door. He always used to laugh at
how thrilled I was and looking back now, I’m not even sure why I was so excited. I mean, it was just
ice cream. I remember that we always ordered the same thing; I can’t remember a time where we
didn’t. My favorite was the double chocolate peanut butter chip. It was basically chocolate on
chocolate ice cream with little pieces of marshmallow and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. His favorite
was vanilla with white chocolate chips. I remember never wanting to leave.
The last time he dropped me off at home was actually the last time I saw him. But I obviously didn’t
know that at the time…I try not to think about it so I’m sorry if I start to get emotional. It’s just
because all the details are starting to come back all at once and well…it’s hard as you can probably
Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve gone back that ice cream place since that last time. It just
felt wrong to go back there with anyone else. Although he wouldn’t know if I did, I still feel like I’m
“tip-toeing” around his feelings, if that makes sense. And I don’t know why.
It wasn’t like he was thinking about my feelings when he did what he did.