Some observations from a recently discovered home movie:
-I wasn’t much interested in ‘normal’ toys, but I was happy repeatedly loading and unloading my dad’s gun (no bullets).
-I kept repeating, “And there’s my shoes!” But it seems like something someone said earlier, since there was no shoes in sight.
-It was hard to get my attention. Family tried to get my attention with a toy cat, but I mostly ignored them. A few times, I looked at them briefly before going back to playing with the corners of two casette boxes.
Other than that, my grandparents thought that I was “different” than their other grandchildren. That I was more hyper, and had more intense tantrums.
From an early age, everyone kept telling me the way I walked and stood was weird. And that I was clumsy.
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Life ... that's what leaves the mess. Mad people everywhere.