Early Memories of the Crew
Spock age: 7 earth years
The young Vulcan sat on the ground of the house petting I-chaya before school who was nuzzling him for attention. "It is illogical for you to show me affect-woah!" little Spock said as the salut pushed him over and nestled his snout on his arm. Spock pet the animal back in return for toppling him over. Amanda Grey sat in her chair, looking on at her adorable son.
Sarek walked in the room, a little defeated from the waking up, but alert none the less. Spock began to laugh as the large-fanged animal pushed him over once again. He looked skeptically at it but Amanda silenced his look. "Time to go, Spock." Amanda looked at her watch. Although time on Vulcan was very different to earth, she had adjusted the zones.
Spock's happiness rolled away like a cloud in the 100 mile per hour Vulcan, desert winds. "Mother, I do not like school." He looked down at his feet.
"But school is where you learn things."
"All the other children tell me I am not Vulcan. I should not go." His face was pure gloom. Amanda was always very concerned for her son as it was logical for humans, but it was her fault he was feeling this much pain. She took his small, green tinted hands in hers.
"Spock, never be ashamed of who you are."
"But being ashamed is illogical." He looked up at her, mildly confused.
"No it's not. But do you know who is illogical?"
"Who is?" Spock asked her, anxiously waiting for the answer as small kids do.
"The children at school." Their eyes met and there was comfort between them.
"I shall ready myself." He walked around the corner, making note of all the things in the house, marking them logical or illogical according to his taste. The Blue lamp – illogical. The microwave – illogical. The vegetable peeler – Extremely logical. School – Illogical. His mind replayed the scenes of being teased as his good mood withered.
"Earther! You will never be a real Vulcan." He had tried to ignore it, really he had as his mother and father had told him, but he couldn't. He began to cry as the other kids laughed on.
"You are human. Look, he cries! No real Vulcan shows emotion much less does even a human being cry!" they smirked at him and he went up to T'lyer, the leader of it all and tried to grip his neck, and failed.
"He cannot even master a simple nerve pinch. You will never be a true Vulcan like us!" he shouted as spock's mind searched for a logical reason why they were teasing him. All that came to mind was the word human. The word that discriminated him. The word that kept him away. The word which was the only reason why he could feel happiness.
"Ready Spock?" his mother waited for him at the door.
They got to the academy on time. Before Spock got out, his mother embraced him. The number one reason why he liked being human.