Top 8 Reasons I Know I Was Born "Different"

- As a child I held imaginary aristocratic affairs in my kitchen. All of my guests had accents, we drank wine (Welch's grape juice) & tea, and we wore fancy ballgowns and suits.

- I have always loved corners and crevices. My favorite alone-time memories are of me reading in a closet, under the bed, up in a tree, or just under the covers at night.

-As a child to say we were poor is a vast understatement. One example of our poverty is the government issued food we ate: the canned beef in the sliver can with the stencil of a cow in black on the front and the words "Beef", the powdered milk in the big white box that was labeled "milk". However, the poverty message didn't reach me all of the time. While I indeed enjoyed those "beef" sandwiches on some Wonder bread, I also refused to eat cereal or snacks that weren't name brand. There was a mandate for Chef Boyardee, Kellog's, Mott's, etc. Yes, I was a bourgeois child.

-My favorite TV channel growing up was Nick..but not just Nickelodeon, Nick at Night. I was obsessed with black and white tv shows; Donna Reed, Doby Gillis, Mr. Ed, My 3 Sons, Green Acres, Honeymooners, etc.... My favorite movie genre was horror and sci-fi, but more horror. I used to sit in the dark alone and watch Freddy Krueger movies, holding my knees to my chest, shirt stretched over them, eyes frozen with fear and wonderment.

-Preference for caramel over chocolate....chocolate is just not that special

-Obsession with the heat. If I got sick at school as a youngster, instead of asking the nurse to call home, I would scale the highest point on the monkey bars and just lie out all recess until I felt better. Its a wonder I had any friends at all........

-My penchant for being equally sour as I am sweet. I love big, open, freely, and wholeheartedly, and my disdain runs the same.

-My fickleness....One day I love a certain candy or something. I indulge everyday for 6 months, then one day I just stop liking it..forever. This happens with people too. I'm hoping this is behavior specific to people who are deserving of abandonment, and not just me being a brat.

With all these differences I listed, You can still surmise that I am human. I'm far from perfection, whatever that may be. I want a life filled with love and happiness, and refuse to accept less from myself or others in my life. No matter how much I divulge about myself you will never know all there is to know, its impossible. Life is ongoing, everyday the story continues to be written.

To be continued.....