High School Musical Chairs

My first insight of who I really was occurred at a high school reunion. It was rather comical because I’d made a fundamental error. You see I’d dropped out of year 12, even though I had quite a good IQ, because my memory was forever letting me down. I could think well on my feet, just not in an exam environment. Life for me was for observing and participating, not for storing and retrieving.  Continue reading