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             I was just a little boy growing up in a world of normality. The only thing wrong with the picture perfect world in which I lived was me. There are a number of circumstances in which I realized that, truly, I did not belong. Even as a child it was utterly impossible to toss aside the differences between the other children and I.             "Come on children!" The first grade teacher called out as she clapped her hands together.             Honestly, I remember little of those days, and have instead been forced to piece together the fragments of lost memory. What I do remember, however, is that I frequently was in need of assi