Life is a strange experience... In my youth I was content – it was fun to get up each morning with no other care than to go out and play with my little friends...it didn’t matter if they were boys or girls, friends are friends, and the games were all that mattered. Yes, a joyous time indeed, for my ignorance was my blessing... As I grew a little older girls became strange creatures that puzzled all us boys, and so it was easier to stay away from them...and if they insisted on

She remembered it well - her sixth. birthday, the day her best friends left her...the day everyone told her she was “Too old to still have these fantasies...” and how everyone else thought she was “Y’know - weird, like... always talking to some unseen thing. Don’t care if they say she’s got the gift, it’s still weird... She’s touched, she is... is not right, her always talking, talking as if real people were there...” And so on her sixth birthday her mother told her it was t