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There are some things that you should know about me before anything else. First that I have asperger syndrome and probably the highest functioning of us (or at least that is what I have been lead to believe,) second that I am 16 and will be 17 by the end of the month.
The rest will be reviled through the my use of my journal, diary, or autobiography however it will be viewed (I personally like journal. it sounds more... like a document that will get out to the public) but instead of starting it with events that happened today I'm going to start with everything I can remember of my life.
There aren’t a lot of early memories just an image here or there, making the bed when I was really young, cuddling with my mother and father, Souilier the family dog, peeing in the snow, beginning to read, that was interesting… I couldn’t comprehend any of it until about the third. When the teacher [a Mr. Popenhagen] had us reading ‘Were the Red Fern Grows’ while he read allowed from it. The next day I had a full comprehension of written language. By the fifth grade I was reading at a collage level. Incidentally the first books my parents read to me were things by Doctor Seuss and things along the lines of ‘Moby d**k’. I remember playing a lot of SNES. The two that are distinct are when I got a tack stuck in my heel. I didn't feel any pain then just a discomfort when I put pressure on that heel. It was like... well anyway I walked on my toes for that foot until my older sister noticed. It was then that I learned what pain was... and the proper ways to expresses it. The other one is of when a splinter was lodged in my foot. I swear my mother/father/sister had to dig almost to the bone to get it.
My family has told me other stories. It seems I spent only a day or so crawling before i started to walk. They say that one time at a cousin’s house a dog (Barkly) tore my hand open so that I had to have stitches. Apparently I didn't shed a tear but when I was getting sewed up at the hospital I said, "Why are you hurting me?" and nearly broke the doctors heart. Another time I wanted to get down the stairs so my parents put up a bunch of travel bags to stop me I studied them for several minutes before taking apparent the structure.
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