I sit there at recess and watch the kids playing. I realize I have no idea what it means to be a kid. It’s bizarre. I try to remember playing in the sandbox or on the slides. The only part of recess I can remember is hiding on the other side of the building so nobody would see me cry. I used to beg my teachers to stay inside. I hated trying to look normal. I’d rather be branded as a geek or nerd than deal with the kid world.
There’s really no point to this whole entry… just some random thoughts that have been going through my head. Maybe part of it is me coming to grips with how different my life was.