I’ve always known.

I have always known that I was a little different from most kids. The need to NOT be sticky handed while eating sticky things such as cotton candy, while other kids seemed to have it between every finger and all over their face and not even notice, drove me absolutely mad at the age of 5. The need for everything to be even such as the way I step down stairs with each foot. At the age of about 3, maybe 4, I was obsessively dragging my mother back to repeat half of the stair case with me if each foot had not stepped in the right spot on every stair. I cannot tell you why, I just had this overwhelming compulsion to make sure every step was the same.

In elementary school, my mother would have described me as a round peg that just wouldn’t fit in that square hole. Or however the saying goes. Some may have described me as having A.D.D. which I am told now is A.D.H.D. Not the same in my humble opinion. I am NOT hyperactive by any means, I just have a hard time paying attention, or keeping my attention focused on one thing rather.

I have a TON of creativity, but lack the patience to dig it out of my skull and show it most of the time. It comes out most when I write I think, but usually requires a prompt. In fact, I’m not even sure how I have told you this much without you actually requesting it. I suppose my creative side has just been dying to reach you.

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