Other kids did drugs; I did crafts. I never knew where I fit in.

I was not developmentally disabled, but didn't mature at the same rate other kids did.

We hung out on the streets, played stickball, and did all of the things that other kids did.

Kids get influenced by other kids.

We heard stories about fakery and decoys at revivals. I never personally saw any trickery.

Mom thinks I live in this dream world where everybody's Ivana Trump.