At 8

At 8 At 8 I’d the most remarkable growth gush. The baby oak trees were in awe of my height and weight. I indulged in that and indulged in towering over, intimidating, anything smaller than I was. I loved my pituitary glands though it is tiny – until it didn’t bother to increase my sex hormones. My skill to concentrate on countless features in problems increased. Same thing with mentally undoing actions. Metalinguistic awareness impressed foreign objects and foreign children in classes. I could easily dwell upon the use of English and their language. I could juggle language. Many puns, riddles, metaphors because that was my hobby while most played sport. What I got brilliant at was use of encoding plans or approaches of rehearsal and organisation. I even had NASA calling, begging, me to join them, however I turned them down ... There was a NO VEGEMITE!!!!!!!! clause in the contract! Social skills worsened. Other peoples’ feelings baffled me, scared me. I hated same and not same peer friendships, relationships. Altruism understanding was poor. The role I took on was fantasy. I put myself in too many situations in my mind. I dreamt of being a writer. I needed to do that for a living only. Aggression worsened. Physical aggression mostly. Hardly any verbal aggression. Hostility was comfort.