He sat on the on curb in front of his house watching as the
other boys his age played a game of touch football. He never got picked for a
side because the other boys said he was weird. He didn’t feel any different
except for the way he walked with a limp of sorts, his mom said he was born a
little more special than the other kids, but he didn’t feel special, he felt
left out. All he could remember of his childhood years was sitting on that darn
curb and being alone with only his thoughts and a strong desire to just be one
of the boys. His teen age years didn’t change the way things were he was never
asked to dance or play any sports, but he found a way to forget by reading
books. He read tales of giant white whales and the adventures of two country
boys. He became so obsessed with books he almost forgot what reality and
fiction really were. As a man he began to write, he started with stories of his
youth and the loneliness he lived daily. He wrote about feeling inadequate but
knowing in truth he was not. He became a very famous author who wrote over
thirty books in his lifetime many of which went on to become best sellers. He
still walks with a limp of sorts but now its how people recognize him, that
famous author with a special walk.
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