I never read about flowers when I was this young. That really is the way I did most everything. I taught myself the piano by listening to a song over and over for hours in my headset until I could play it almost accurately on the keys. I took care of small animals like fish, mice, bugs, or worms. They would die and make me so sad. But then I would get another from the yard or grab another baby mouse from my baby sister's pet cage and keep it for myself to see if I could keep it alive the way I wanted to. I would fail a lot, but when I got it right I was very proud of myself.It would be such an overwhelming feeling, yet I can't remember a time when I would let everyone else know about my accomplishments. I sort of kept it to myself, telling myself what a great job I did. I don't really know why.  More >>