A blog friend asked me what a favorite childhood memory of mine was, and it's this. In elementary school, every Thursday, I would be shuttled to another school almost 40 miles from the one I attended to get occupational and physical therapy. I would go down to the office, sit there until I saw that big yellow school bus would pick me up. On that ride, I would wonder what others were doing while I was gone. On the ride over, I would memorize license plates, pick out my pretty future cars(that I am not able to drive.) Glad I didn't know that then. I would remember passing Velda Farms. Whenever I saw it, I smiled. When I would get to Biscayne Gardens, I would see Celia for OT and Trey for PT. I would start with Celia. I would always try to fit a square peg into a round hole. I have to say I liked PT more because there was a hammock like contraption suspended from the ceiling and I would twirl myself around and around after walking my hands out back and forth. I could only do this if I followed all the rules and worked hard. I hated Thursdays because I didn't want to be "special" in that way. It's a good memory in that I have been blessed with opportunity, most people won't experience.
These days I long to return to "Thursdays", and when being "special" I realize was one of the greatest blessings of my life.
Today I realize that I may be the most normal human being some may ever see. And while I'm wishing to be someone else, their wishing to be me.
Have a great day!