I was born when disaster took place; winds whirling as fast as can be. I adore anyone willing. November is best when the air is chill and the ground is hard. With one close friend, the internet was fun. Books were cool around age 10 and very soon became a bore. Every year, one or so of my teachers is a diabetic, like me. I am a child with a different life. The smell of fire makes me sweet. My cats make me ill and swollen with red. Purple, red, blue, and gold sunsets make the feeling rise. Car rides are never long when leaving town. Laying down in bed is almost nothing, like soft white clouds. Scooperman ice cream is chilling and unpleasantly cold most times. School is eventful and scary at most hours. Pencils or pens hitting smooth white paper is calming. I am a child of difference.