Growing up, I was terribly thin with freckles and lots of curly, red hair. I had a very loving and supportive family but we all know how cruel kids can be. There was one boy that I went to elementary school with and for SEVEN long years (kindergarten-6th grade) I endured his teasing. His favorite word for me was “bones”. I walked home every day with head hung down, usually crying, way too sensitive to rise above it. My parents were furious but even talking to his parents didn’t help; they just didn’t seem to care. The school also seemed unable to stop him. So in the 1960’s when the really cool girls had long, blonde hair parted in the middle (and what else I can’t recall but I certainly didn’t have it), I spent most of my time yearning to fit in with that crowd instead of just accepting who I was. I shunned the dorky guys who liked me and they’re all probably nuclear scientists now or something…As I grew up and the world changed, I began to find myself. Thank you Twiggy! Suddenly, it was cool to be thin and different and the hippie movement saved me as far as fashion and self-image goes. Ever after, I have been proud of my individuality and am even friends with some of those “cool” girls from my childhood! Who would have thought all that angst would strengthen me so and someday serve me well?
The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn’t been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him.
-Pau (Pablo) Casals